After a long time,
Out of my city,
I went to visit my sister,
Who lived down the street.
Once which street was full of trees,
Now had no trees,
Everywhere you see, only lamps,
Surrounded by some concrete.
I was shocked to see this plight,
Of trees still being felled ,of varied heights,
Hey my friends, don’t fell the trees,
If you want to stay on the world which is light.
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Author:
SUDARSHAN (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Nature
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Comments1
Ah, indeed! You've excellently pictured the modern disaster...the "concrete jungle" overtaking and eliminating the real living trees and verdure. How necessary the trees are, though, for the general health of the people and planet.
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