The Wind Fallen Tree Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

In my childhood I saw a great lady
There she carried a sapling of a tree
Everyday she digs and plants the sapling
As if every where she walks to have trees
In village, school, temple and any public places
The compounds, and nearby fields she planted
The beautiful tree saplings of various species
Years gone she was very old, and weak
She prayed, god save the trees always
Alas the world was not kind enough to follow
The wishes of the old lady in several excuses
One by one they cut for petty gains and pleasure
Only one giant tree stood intact with mighty branches
One fine morning we saw the tree had fallen
The wind fallen tree, that stood for human friendship