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Dying in the woods

The glazing green leaves,
were glistening with pearl-like dew drops,
fresh from the abode,
on the apple tree.

The ripest fruits, found in town were found there,
They were the choicest children,
little, red, fresh and sweet.
And many other trees,
of the great woods were jealous of her beauty.

As she was rooted in the marshy woods,
sun kissed and moist as always,
she never feared of the coming days,
and she happily gifted away her children,
to make the people around her happy.
She relished in the beauty of the woods,
and nothing in the world could dim her smile away.

She shared herself with the chirpy sparrows,
and the tawny owl nested on her branches,
and many a time the colourful butterflies,
would fly to her and tickle her with love,
she loved to shade even the little yellow flowers,
which flourished with joy near her foot,
And the dark cloud in the blue sky,
would often shed his tears of joy,
Love-lorn and on seeing her thriving magnificently,
in the deep woods, every cloudy night!

But one day while it just felt like a life,
that would stay as blossoming as ever,
Beings that were often called humane,
crept into the hideous woods,
in desperate search for a healthy bark,
armed with mutinous sharp blades,
that could slice up the strongest tree with a jab.

As the unfaithful creatures neared her shade,
fear conquered her for the first time ever,
she silently whispered to the birds to fly away from her,
she warned the yellow flowers to hide in the grass,
beneath her foot.

As she stood there unmoving,
thinking of her happy days,
and of the dark cloud which shed his love for her,
She wanted to weep drearily,
And to shout aloud, to call for help,
She wanted to fly away like the birds,
and save her life somehow,
she felt like calling out to the cloud,
to come down and save her life,
but the cloud could never hear her,
she was a lonely tree now.

She shrinked her leaves and ripe fruits,
towards her, and prepared herself,
ready to face her silent end,
like a martyr reflecting courage,
and the strength of his country,
while dying in the battle field.

As she felt the wrenching pain,
on her huge bark,
happy memories clouded her thoughts,
As the sound of the jab on her trunk,
grew louder, she was gradually,
extinguished of all her strength,
and the vision of the shiny white stars,
embedded on the velvetty sky,
was her last fleeting sight.

She fell down to the ground with a huge thud,
and was dragged away to the town,
and wasn't seen in the woods forever.


  1. It's a very sad end to a magnificent life :-(. A grand tree, which spreads its shoulders to birds which come, chirp around and live, is a boon ...And to see it go, is really sad....

    I wish, humans stop seeing everything as a resource to be used, experience life in all, and give as much as they can, for a wonderful planet....

    1. Very true sir :) Thank you for reading :)


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