The grass stared silently at the filthy looking creatures coming towards them,
Thoughts of pain aroused in their minds; remembering the members of their clan who had been killed,
The time of year had come again and those big monsters looked scary indeed,
They came towards the patch of the queen herself; who started muttering silent pleas of help,
But tis not even god to save her; for they came and destroyed wherever they pleased,
She bid her subjects goodbye and left the kingdom of Mother Earth forever,
The men of the soil were dug up once more till there was a huge hole in the earth,
The grass eyed it sadly; missing ever so, their dear old queen.
The infant seed was planted, and the creatures left, leaving their subjects in pain,
There was so much sadness and tears to spill out that day,
God, of course, was upset as well, and once more did the celestial angels pour down their sorrow.
Their tears reached the earth solemnly, with a mission to fulfill,
The grasses danced gently in the breeze, tossing their heads in utter joy,
The seed was given the gift of life; yet another story of an endless journey,
Towards its destiny it climbed; even to the tops of the highest mountain,
It grew and grew steadily; till it was able to watch the sun fall from the sky,
Or the birds soaring above their abode in the clouds; or even the animals roaming the forest;
The tree connected with and saw all that must be seen; wiser beyond his years and times to be told.
His mind travelled around the world; seeing what a monster it has become, saddening his heart ever so,
He witnessed the weeping willow’s weeping silently near the riverside,
Or the spiny acacia sitting sadly being spurned by all the other beautiful creatures,
No matter how sad my sister the Weeping Willow is; no matter how much she whimpers,
The evil creatures they call humans pay no heed and leave her in despair,
They don’t fell her like my kind; they leave her to weep,
My cousin; the spiny acacia too is left alone; for she is too ugly and spurns all,
What good might come from; only time will tell; they wonder; such darkness hath filled them,
They don’t fell her like kind; they leave her in a world of loneliness,
But what about other trees, like me the tall redwood,
I have nothing against all and I love all creatures; no matter how destructive change to they be ,
This world is not one of love; but is one great battlefield; where only one is left standing,
All of my family; whether redwoods alike; are all long gone in this game they call ‘life’,
What will become of me, know not ; for no matter how strong I remain,
Ever so angry, do they try; to rid this world of what beauty still survives,
Of what understanding; truth and virtues, struggle to live,
Soon we won’t call this place Mother Earth; but simply Monster….
Nature will go into its eternal sleep; the sea will drown itself out,
The air will get suffocated from the noxious fumes caused by none other than man,
The earth will withdraw itself and remain dead; no trees to support its health,
Then man will realize his huge mistake; he will try to repent for his wrong doings,
But go will not answer, for he too has nothing to live for,
Man will join all in the eternal slumber he has caused; and all will be quiet once more.
The trees, the guardians of the world, are at rest; because of man’s careless mistakes,
The weeping willow eventually died; from misery and woe; of course she had naught to support her,
The spiny acacia; home to many creatures, a symbol of happiness; ugly as she was, get to too left too…
If man doesn’t realize his mistakes now; what will become of our home, of trees, of love itself?
What will this place come to?
Once more must the infant seeds be planted without being felled!
Once more must they grow and embark on the journey to enlighten all;
To teach them the meaning of life and the internal fires inside, all must glow brightly through all,
We must all join hands together unite; trees; man; animals and all creatures alike,
We must save our home sweet home; before all that’s left of her is gone, forever.
-Anusha Ramji
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