Soumya Tiwari, Class IX B
One night I was dreaming
About things that humans do,
They cut all trees for their good,
And spoil the pleasant view.
They make those creatures homeless,
Who never did trouble us,
All their melody, mischief and beauty
Go completely lost in the dust…
The peacock’s strut
The squirrel’s nut
The birdie’s song
All lost for long.
The trees all cried in pain,
And humans ignored it only for gain..
They planted not one seed in exchange for ten,
And slowly exceeded the limit, then…
They did someday only realize
What evil deed they had done for mankind,
There was remorse, regret and sorrow,
For there was no tomorrow!
Next morning then I awoke,
And found trees planted round my home,
I thanked God for this wonderful creation,
And planted more trees with determination.
