Trees

Trees sonnet poems

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Trees give so much yet receive so little
Our attitude towards them is brittle
Have we considered what we do to trees?
Or not, I should think, we do as we please

Compared to us, they have given us lots
Wood for our homes, have you given this thoughts?
Paper, food, and a cure for our health
These all can give us a lifetime of wealth

It seems we’ve taken all this for granted
Life wasn’t so great for them since planted
The least you could do before they shall die
Give them a life that is worthy to buy

Try and make sure during the time they live
We all shall prove to trees that we can also give

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Aloke
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Nice poem. Keep on writing !

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