An excellent post from the naturalist Sara Wright.
The green grass is trampled upon
The shrubs wither due to lack of care
The bushes catch fire as they flourish
The flowers sit in glamour vases
Till they slowly wither away
The trees stand still, fall after fall
Till one day they too meet theirs
What difference does it make
If born a plant or as a human?
We share a similar biology
Be it Botany or Zoology…
I have been standing for years
lending ears to many persons
walking below their lively days
some, who sat beneath or came
to fulfill their needs, be it any.
The birds had built many a nest
I have seen fledglings groomed
who fly away not to be seen again
people to whom I gave cool shade
be it the hot sun or the cold rain.
The kids who pelted me with stones
at me to let go of the fruits on them
I did not mind for reason though
little they knew, they did disturb
nests secure, be it high or low.
Many a kid climbed me or made
swings I supported with my arms
I have seen good times and seasons
prospered in bounty, long years
all, to offer, be it flowers or fruits.
I have seen bad times, these days
my arms cut, citing obstruction
The pollution seeps to the ground
affects my health causing me pain
I weep, by shed leaves oozing gum.
I know time will come when one
sees me, an obstacle to their plans
I will be glad who ends my agony
now everyone shuns a sore me
my memories will die, be it so…