Trees Poem by neelabha mahajan

TREES,
bring those cold breeze,
which make me tease,
it cease,
i stop on a crease.
TREES,
which make wind to blow,
like an open flow,
which makes me slow,
from reaching the snow.
TREES,
which show,
the world how to glow.
TREES,
which make the surroundings cool,
like a pool.
TREES,
which provide us shade,
unpaid.
TREES,
which clean the air,
it would be unfair,
if we don't take their care.
PLEASE DO PRAYER,
THAT THEY DON'T BECOME A NIGHTMARE.