We call the tree a “Giving Tree,”
The tree of wish, the “Giving Tree,”
The tree of generosity, the tree that cares,
Selfless is the “Giving Tree.”
She gives us shadow, She gives us fruits,
She holds the land firm, by her roots.
She gives us pulp, She gives us strength,
We salute her, for her height and length.
And from her hands, hang fragile,
The cherries, berries, flowers, sublime.
It costs a penny, for our least contribution,
But the “Giving Tree” costs herself, for our nutrition.
And yet, the tree of silence, the “Giving Tree,”
Gives her wealth, to you and me.
But still, we grow greedy,
Slyly, we look upon the “Giving Tree,”
Innocent and welcoming in the warm light,
Gives us delight, when the scythe do smite.
Calm, lies the “Giving Tree,”
Sacrificed, in the name of humanity.
Out of leaves, wood to be stolen,
A mere carcass, ready to rotten.
And shameless, savage, we mean
That we are perfectly ready, to Go Green!
By Wreek Kundu
19-06-011
4:21 pm
Correct, Go Green!
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