The Big Tree Fell Poem by Srinidhi S U

Here it is, there it is,
Lying around in a hundred piece
A victim of man's desire. Hell!
Oh God! The big tree fell!

I see it every morning,
I see it every evening,
No! I don't see it anymore!
For it fell dead, my tears outpour.

Years hundred, mighty, it stood.
Now, just loads of log and wood.
All the lives it carried merry,
With dead grief, they ran in hurry.

To hundreds of birds and monkeys,
To squirrels, butterflies and bees,
It was a haven, a place to dwell,
But now all I can shout and tell
Is " The big tree fell! The big tree fell! "