World Poetry Day, you crept up on me,
While I was thinking about a tree.
Quietly, the trees stand, giving, living,
We barely notice, but they even die for us.
Bearing Fruits, giving shade, timbers
Of cradle and coffin grade.
Trees can live without people, but
Without trees, can man? No,
Definitely not; try as we can.
We can make houses of Mud, but
Can we make food? For food,
We need trees, and shrubs, and
The gift of oxygen we must include.
These are but basics,
And lest we forget,
The trees are mightier,
They give and outlive us yet!
World Poetry Day, these lines
Are inspired by you,
But paper to write upon is
A gift from the trees, too.
Veenu Banga
©️March 20th, 2024.
11:46 pm.
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