Under The Greenwood.. Poem by Minnoor srinivasan

The woods are green for bird and beast
Offering shade safe and feast
If man goes with axe to fell
Arid dry will become earth dismal
Sky-canopy moans in silence
As the earth erased of greenery
By wordless violence the axe's folly
Flower fruit and the song of the birdie
All a banquet provided by trees naturally
Sit, smile at Nature's maternal lap
Then look for laptop and world-map!
Before the green images go fleeting
Capture, house them in laptop greeting!