Tree short poem

Photo by RichardBH

Trees are planted by the wise,
Idiots examine a tree to be just a source of beauty,
But an intelligent knows it’s price,
Trees are not human who shout at their good,
But are like gods who have importance in life but it’s silent,
The impact is brawny and function is huge, they provide us with the life’s elixirand the survival gas oxygen.
The do transpire, bring rain,
Are like barriers to agent of erosion.
They are the heritage of forest and
Pride of a lion
Who preserves his home covered with trees.
They act as carbon sink,
Maintains the balance of different cycles,
But they never say” I have done so much’ ‘
They are angels but it’s our duty to protect them from beast.
Otherwise one day it may happen that we have no cool breeze.

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