The Trees…..They Cry Poem by Mira Midha

Why me…..?
Cried the tree,
Can you not let me be.
The earth my home
The soil my need,
Can you not let me be.

I honour you oh man of man,
My branches reach out
To your hand,
Clasp and embrace me,
You are free,
So…..
Can you not let me be.

I take naught from you
But I do give,
So you should thrive and
Should you live,
I am not at war with you
There is no anger in my hue,
Then why maim, mutilate me,
Can you not let me be.