Tree


I made you a home in our backyard and saw you grow,
I am writing this poem for you, so that you know;
As I walked towards home, I saw your leaves drooping by,
I admired your green beauty, coupled with the blue sky.
I gazed at you while the sunrays fell, or the silver moonlight,
While your leaves rustled in monsoon, I never let you out of my sight.
I don’t know if you can hear me, or feel for me the way I do,
Scientists say that plants have feelings too.
I hugged your trunk and often shed tears;
I held picnic in summers, under your shade,
You allowed me to boast of you, in front of my friends.
I wonder how people sell trees, for trade.
I wish someone understood that we can co-exist without hate.
I hope that we think of your kind, before it gets too late.

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Sometimes, we fail to admire some things which mean a lot to us.