Woods are lovely
Dark and deep
Wrote Robert Frost
A poet of fame.
Mist and rain feed
The trees on soil bed
Winds rock them
To sleep tight
With their hum.
Some reach out high
To the clouds
Murmuring the stories
Down on the ground.
While the thick vines
Hold the trees close
Like a girl crying;
Holding her mother.
Termites wear away
The old trunk
When branches are
Dancing with flowers.
Where will the birds nest?
Where will the fruits grow?
Bees buzzing aimless
Their hive is no more.
No fledgeling chirped
When the green roof fell
Down, flying to the ground.
Axe makes trees or not.
This poem was included in the 5th annual ‘art and poems for peace’ project by The Art of Autism a community from the USA to empower autistic people through art.
Great Sherin as usual!
We feel the pain of tree/nature in your lines-like the crying girl holding her mother.Fantastic.With your permission we will use these lines in our nature conservation activities.
Best wishes Dr A
Thank you
thankyou sir i feel happy you liked it
please use it.
Sherin
Really nice, I share what Anilkumar Dr said. Good job! Hats off.
thank you Arunmama i wrote a play also. will send it to you in nov after results come
sherin