Oct 2021
" Drawn was I to the woods,
As the breeze blew out thee.
Into the woods, I see
A spirit that yearns for glee. "
" So did the woods whisper once,
It's misery, pain and hindrance.
As it beats it's heart to brew life.
It sheds no blood to the man's knife. "
" I once crossed the brambles that lay,
Into the woods as I walk my way.
The lush green meadow, the tall woodlands,
The sweet music, the melancholic aura of grand. "
" How can one be so cruel?
To infuse such pain, to slice the knife!
A thousand heartbeats of woodlands deprived,
Yet not even one to thrive and survive."
" The world's most dangerous animal needs,
Timber, furniture, houses, wants and plain sheets.
They say that 'Necessity is the mother of Invention',
But sadly, greed overcomes human intention. "
" Drawn was I to the woods,
To the aura, breeze, and serenity.
But the brambles, the woodlands and the lush green life,
Slashed, sliced, burnt, and none survived."
" Yet the green lush spirit of the woods
Still whisper to me.
It longs for growth and to beat once more,
The life and light it brewed once galore. "
" I try to introspect and reminisce,
The thoughts, reasons and visuals.
Man can be more humane,
Spare the spirit, the woods and the montane. "
As the breeze blew out thee.
Into the woods, I see
A spirit that yearns for glee. "
" So did the woods whisper once,
It's misery, pain and hindrance.
As it beats it's heart to brew life.
It sheds no blood to the man's knife. "
" I once crossed the brambles that lay,
Into the woods as I walk my way.
The lush green meadow, the tall woodlands,
The sweet music, the melancholic aura of grand. "
" How can one be so cruel?
To infuse such pain, to slice the knife!
A thousand heartbeats of woodlands deprived,
Yet not even one to thrive and survive."
" The world's most dangerous animal needs,
Timber, furniture, houses, wants and plain sheets.
They say that 'Necessity is the mother of Invention',
But sadly, greed overcomes human intention. "
" Drawn was I to the woods,
To the aura, breeze, and serenity.
But the brambles, the woodlands and the lush green life,
Slashed, sliced, burnt, and none survived."
" Yet the green lush spirit of the woods
Still whisper to me.
It longs for growth and to beat once more,
The life and light it brewed once galore. "
" I try to introspect and reminisce,
The thoughts, reasons and visuals.
Man can be more humane,
Spare the spirit, the woods and the montane. "
Nature is an integral part of man's life and the whole Earth survives and breathes because of it, yet our actions and activities whether industrial, agricultural or domestic, it has hindered and affected the overall functioning of nature since human beings all the more are slipping away towards coexisting with nature.
This poem talks about our forest, nature and the greenery around us and how attached someone can be to these, but even now and again, trees are being felt down with none planted. It hurts to see such beautiful and lush forests and hills slowly becoming bare lands.
This poem amplifies the voice and values that nature tries to whisper and signal or remind us.
We're not too late to protect nature, it begins once we start introspecting our selves and our surroundings.
This poem talks about our forest, nature and the greenery around us and how attached someone can be to these, but even now and again, trees are being felt down with none planted. It hurts to see such beautiful and lush forests and hills slowly becoming bare lands.
This poem amplifies the voice and values that nature tries to whisper and signal or remind us.
We're not too late to protect nature, it begins once we start introspecting our selves and our surroundings.
