The Trees-1(111) Poem by VAIDYANATHAN.T. RAM

Oh my beautiful trees,
Looking cute with greeny branches,
But you have never resisted,
To give a space for birds,
For building their nest,
At no cost.

Observing the heat,
As chlorophyll from the sunlight,
Giving us a space for shade,
To make us cool,
At no cost.

Oh my beautiful trees,
You have never bothered,
When we cut your trunks and branches,
To build shelters and furnitures,
At no cost.

Oh my beautiful trees,
Offering the food,
To all humans and animals,
At no cost.

Oh my beautiful trees,
Even you have never bothered,
Helping us by,
Observing the pollution.

Oh my beautiful trees,
I have never seen you,
Being selfish, although we cut you,
To fire the log for cooking,
Why not, even in fire camp,
Why not, even in cremation.

Oh my beautiful trees,
I realize how you had helped the humans,
During the ancient period,
To light up the lamp,
A piece of log was needed from you.

Oh my beautiful trees,
Im pride of you,
You have never bothered about,
Community, language, religion, Or region,
But help the humans and animals,
At every cost.

Why not,
You were needed to brush the teeth,
You were needed as plate to eat,
You were needed to burn the death body,
You were used as medicine,
More, more and more.

Thanking you my beautiful trees,
Helping the humans and animals.