Trees Poem by Nuwandhi Seneviratne

When the sun blossom the day
When the moon brings night
I see the graves
Of the friends I had before

When the climate changers
When spring turns to summer
There are no happy birds
to sing and dance

The air is always black and dusty
The rain is not here when I need
The sun is not here when I want
But still I am the source of life

As the only living tree
Left alone in this grave
The only wish I have and had
is that someone like you would save us All...