The woods are dense dark and green,
Away from the city they stand unseen,
Winter spring and autumn cover them with a sheath,
Pains and summers touching their feet,
Not complaining about this they take them breathes.
The woods are lovely dark and green,
Just the mankind changed the scene,
If the human life’s truth is revealed,
As you enter nature lush and green,
Just killed them all,
Not bothering about their falls,
Cruel nature did not bother,
Made the nature look a little shorter,
Unknown and hidden treasures they had,
But human nature cut their feathers,
After all, I should tell this with a sigh,
We cut them all in the pieces of pie,
Let’s save them all as the time is too high,
Not be so cruel and eat them all in pieces of pie.
                                                          VISHVI .N. AURORA