Life Of A Tree Poem by Alok Bhatt

Under that green big old tree,
There was a seed, with some deed,
Was starting a new life,
Thinking adventure will happen,
Was growing healthy and fast,
Thinking the world would be a great place,
As he would be more bigger,
The green tree was also growing,
And now the seed was a plant,
Happy, watching, children playing around it,
Was gracefully dancing with the winds,
Good days were passing by,
Plant was thinking one day he would also as high as big tree,
With his clouds of imaginations,
He was singing with the sounds of the children rhymes,
Now when the big tree was enjoying his mature branches and fresh leaves,
Alas! , axe men came,
There was a great emptiness in no time,
As the big tree was no more,
Now he was some pieces of wooden logs,
Tear was in the eyes of both,
The plant was pale sudden,
There was melancholy in the air,
This is the cyclic truth of all…