September 2, 2011
It was the month of May,
I was walking along a bay.
Interestingly I encountered a tree,
It had volumes to tell me.
I made a move towards it,
An experienced,aged tree was it.
The tree looked sad and pale,
For it had a cautionary tale.
Crammed with fear and dread,
It expounded what lay ahead.
Beginning with hay day youth,
It said what's been the truth.
I enjoyed over the years,
Now I evoke the memories in tears.
O mortals, you caused the destruction,
You began the domination, hurry up in reaction!
I sensed the dead air,
While the world loitered unaware.
O mortality, rise up from your slumber,
Protect your mother earth; else you'd lose her splendour.