The Fall of the Mighty One and More

 

The damage was huge, the scene gory

The mighty one whispered a sad story

Of human greed for selfish gains

Not just heavy winds or thunderous rains

 

The trunk badly split and the boughs fell apart

The sight pulled at the strings of my heart

From a humble seed to a huge green canopy

Now a mere wooden stump it hurts to be

 

A witness to different phases of life

Times of peace and those of strife

The patriarch has seen it all

Be it powers that rose or had a fall

 

A safe haven for all, a place of rest

He sheltered everyone, patron or pest

Home to myriad birds, insects and bees

Yet we called him just one of many trees

 Now it’s all a thing of the past

His life is ebbing away really fast

The green and the brown, will soon become grey

Before we know, another life will pass away

 

But should we keep watching him die?

Or waste our time in regrets and only sigh?

No, we should pay him back for his fruits

Strengthen his arms and build his roots

 

We ought to show him our loving care

For life without trees is a real nightmare

Hug the tree, water him with love

Shower him with reverence and take a bow

 

He’s the Mighty One, for today and tomorrow

We can live only when he can grow