Dr. Padmashree R P Poet Free verse

The Last Tree

Lone guardian in a world of grey,
The last tree stands, day after day.
Its branches reach for skies once blue,
A memory of a world we knew.

Roots deep in the earth now cracked and dry,
Leaves whisper tales of times gone by.
Of forests vast and air so clean,
Of life abundant, lush and green.

No birds now nest upon its bough,
No shade for creatures, absent now.
Its bark, a record of our shame,
Of greed unchecked and nature tamed.

Oh solitary woody spire,
Survivor of our reckless fire.
You bear the weight of all we've lost,
The final tally of the cost.

Your seeds, a hope we dare not speak,
A future that seems far too bleak.
For what is soil without its kin?
What life can your lone seeds begin?

Humans gather 'neath your leaves,
To contemplate what we've achieved.
Progress bought at nature's price,
Was concrete worth this sacrifice?

Last tree, you stand as nature's tear,
A testament to all held dear.
In your rings, our story's told,
Of paradise lost, of future sold.

So let us learn from your lone stand,
And strive to heal this barren land.
For in your silent, steadfast grace,
We see the fate of the human race.

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