Tree's Lament Poem by Puskar Sikdar

As soothing ice touched the scorched earth,
A wondrous creation took its birth!
In the steaming broth of life's first dawn,
Oxygen surged, the world was drawn.

Life spread far, in emerald waves,
A verdant world, the land it saves.
Yet man arrived with selfish claim,
Ignoring trees, yet breathing the same.

It gives us air, it gives us shade,
Yet our hands hold the ruthless blade.
How cruel we are, how blind our sight,
Forsaking the giver of purest light!

We once learned, 'Plant a tree, save a soul, '
Yet wisdom fades as greed takes hold.
Only those who burn in heat,
Will see in shade a heaven's seat.

Engines roar, the chainsaws bite,
One by one, the giants take flight.
The price of folly, man shall know,
When nature strikes its final blow.

So many plans, yet silence stays,
Who will act? Who will raise?
Minds enslaved by reckless greed,
Only we must plant the seed.

For all we learn, for all we say,
A step must follow words today.
Or nature's wrath, its poisoned sting,
Will end the songs the forests sing.

And there it stands, that lonely tree,
Hands clasped in silent plea.
This open letter, for all to see—
A future bright, or destiny's plea?