Cry for the Forest
Rustle of trees, as the wind blows;
deep into a thicket, the ivy grows.
Through the leaves, rays of sun peep;
over the ripples of the water deep;
As drops of dew in sun glisten;
to the round of nature you listen.
A moan arises from the twigs dry;
A faint echo of hue and cry.
Try to catch! it tells a story;
of the forgotten, lost green glory.
Cut a tree. Oh! A man is brave.
Unknown he digs his own grave.
Why? It’s for our basic need
But think! Isn’t it hunger and greed?
Destroy a forest, the world is demolished;
‘Coz it keeps us healthy and nourished.
A drop of tear the trees shed;
Makes mankind futile and dead.
Protect a tree, hear the unsung melody;
this recites the forthcoming tragedy.
As they stand still to face death;
give it a single, last breath.
Alone it will survive, and the world will revive.
Poem by: Gayathri S Iyer
Photo by: Shanu Jose Wilson
