Sunday, 21 July 2013

Life of a Tree

Unearthed this poem recently while clearing away the ancient dust that generally occupies my table. I wrote this in maybe the fifth grade. Kind of kiddish but I still liked it:

I am a tree,
I've never been set free.
I give you lots of shade,
But for that,I'm never paid.

I am a tree,
I would like to fly.
I'd like to soar,
High in the sky.

I give you people lots of fruit,
But in turn, you cut me off by my roots.
I am the wood on which you sit,
I make you warm, when I'm lit.

Friends, let me survive
Let me be and thrive.
I want Earth to b quiet and peaceful,
So that together we all can rule.

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