Destruction of Trees

I pity it’s becoming a very rare sight Colourful birds in peaceful flight Why then Nature must bear the brunt While spoilers claim to be innocent How are the lovely trees hurting? And flowering ones are harming? Destruction is done beyond salvage So Man is making the world a cage Picking wild fruit makes me less forlorn Forest dwellers blow their wreath’s horn Unripe green guavas snatched are thrown Indiscriminately its twigs are lying down It’s my Eden with so many diverse trees Finest muffled music, butterflies and bees Even damsels are intoxicated in delight The wild flowers turn it into elated sight Nature is said to be our beloved MOTHER Why then we become its permanent destroyer? Why then wanton crimes always abound Wherever we go in the world on our round I appeal to all, you become real healers And cease the ill and turn into planters Our children shall be getting the pleasure From the meticulously guarded treasure.