The Giving Tree

The Giving Tree short poem

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The trees give us water and fresh air,
We shouldn’t be destructive that isn’t really fair;
They give us oxygen and food,
We shouldn’t kick them or break their leaves whether in a rage or in a bad mood;
To make furniture they give us a lot of wood,
We should make friends with them and treat them in a way that is good;
They give shelter to birds and wildlife,
We shouldn’t carve our names on them with a knife;
They keep the climate cool,
By cutting them we destroy nature’s oxygen tool;
They prevent soil erosion and always keep a hold,
They survive in different climates whether hot or cold;
They protect us from diseases related to the skin,
Let’s all preserve trees for our own kith and kin;
Don’t cut even a single tree,
Let them be alone and free,
They give us a lot of shade,
Let them not vanish as life would also fade;
Let’s pledge to save trees, the giver of life,
In order to help the environment thrive and survive.

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Tanvi Nagar

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Tanvi Nagar, a thirteen year old, is a student of Delhi Public School, Gurgaon, India. She is passionate about writing, besides playing badminton, swimming, painting and public speaking. She has written the books 'A Treasure Trove of Poetic Wonderland', 'A Bountiful of Rhythmic Stories' and 'My Book of Short Stories and Poems'. She is a state level badminton player and writes her blog at
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Great work!



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