Save Trees

Save Trees short poem

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They too are living beings ….

We snatch their lives ,
Even when they are the reason we are alive .

They control evry kind of pollution ,
But we cut them instead of finding a new solution .

They are hardly any in the feild ,
Now who will work for us as a sheild ?

Today if we let them die ,
I am sure tomorrow we all will cry .

So let’s raise our voice ,
Because we have no other choice .

Now we have to forget about or greed ,
As today they are in need .

They need us

Save them .

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Kavita Jain
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