The Saplings Of Trees. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

Saplings, saplings, the tree saplings
Tiny saplings becomes well grown trees
Trees, they enjoys the human support
Gives back the life elixir through oxygen
Takes back the toxic gases of atmosphere
Their sensation is also seems to great
Where growth is adjusted with sun rays
Trees wonderful gifts to the world
More we plant the saplings more the comforts
The recharge of water through its roots
Trees maintain the climate at its best.