SAYETH THE EARTH

Sayeth the Earth,  burning I am in this scorching heat.

Like you,  in a shaded cover,  I cannot retreat.

Hence request you I,  very earnestly,  with kindness,  me treat.

To plant trees, that will help you and me,  I again repeat.

Stop digging me for minerals, oil, diamonds,  coal n peat;

To become prosperous, powerful n wealthy do not me, ill treat

Get up n out this Monsoon, for your own self,  come n Nature meet.

There  are millions starving for them n yourself grow useful trees.

On  the contrary,  you chop them off n their numbers decrease.

Remember you are alive, you get OXYGEN because of my trees.

It  is these trees that hold rainwater,  protect floods n give you breeze.

If comes down the temperature,  glaciers can again freeze.

It's an obligation  n divine duty of yours to trees increase.

It's my sincere heartfelt request,  GROW TREES PLEASE.

Armin Dutia Motashaw