Forest Trees

Trees have their own community Living in peace, love and harmony. They live shoulder to shoulder Always same; fairer or bolder. They have grown over years, still erect Many older; yet humans begin to forget. These masses of wood have grown more leaves With beards of green, no signs of griefs. Grown more life on their barks and trunk Humans turn bald and with age have shrunk. Trees commune, agreeing with one another Waking early, feed on gases; they call supper They too enjoy changes in their life span Shedding leaves, sunbathing when they can. At night they droop their leaves to sleep Waking before sunrise, God’s secret to keep.