SAYETH THE EARTH
Sayeth the Earth, burning I am in this scorching heat.
Like you, in a shaded cover, I cannot retreat.
Hence request you I, very earnestly, with kindness, me treat.
To plant trees, that will help you and me, I again repeat.
Stop digging me for minerals, oil, diamonds, coal n peat;
To become prosperous, powerful n wealthy do not me, ill treat
Get up n out this Monsoon, for your own self, come n Nature meet.
There are millions starving for them n yourself grow useful trees.
On the contrary, you chop them off n their numbers decrease.
Remember you are alive, you get OXYGEN because of my trees.
It is these trees that hold rainwater, protect floods n give you breeze.
If comes down the temperature, glaciers can again freeze.
It's an obligation n divine duty of yours to trees increase.
It's my sincere heartfelt request, GROW TREES PLEASE.
Armin Dutia Motashaw
