THE TREE AND THE BIRD

The Tree and the Bird

Swing, swing, said the bird

To the branch, twigs, leaves and trunk

For the days come as dark as dead

As evil as ever, as dark as cold

Then the tree opened up and said

All my life I didn’t fear rain, cold

Sun and snow, nor strong wind

Neither did I fear drought and hot season

What bothers you does not bothers me

Then the bird opened her mouth

An oracle concerning the tree

So harsh and frightening

Hear o tree for I open myself

Hear thee for I instruct and

Warn thee concerning your future

                                                

The same people who watered you

Nourished you cared for you

Dug a pit around you and supplied

You with urea and other things

Used you and your appearance

As symbolism to many generations

Have devised a wicked plan

A scheme so dreadful

That will shock you to the core

You may as well ask yourself

What have I done ?

Soon after the bird finished its words

The tree started to feel sad and angry

And cried loudly in this following manner

After all these years I have provided them

Enough fruits to keep them healthy and fit

I have left out the choice for them to pluck

And pick up as many fruits as they can

And eat them to their hearts content

My leaves have they plucked and prepared

Medicines ointments and other useful things

Many times my bark was stripped off

Leaving me naked for the purpose of

Creating gum, rubber and oils

I offered my leaves to cover their homes

Gave shelter from rain, cold and the scorching sun

I supplied perfect oxygen for them to breathe

Clean air and live healthy,

Didn’t I breathe in carbon dioxide for their good?

Not to mention the roots which play a major role

In manufacturing tonics

Finally I am to be thrown into fire to create

Light and warmth, and also provide cooking fire

I am proud not to announce that while dying

I am giving life, hope, joy to many of them

Ask not what they have done for me, but

Ask for what I have done to them

As the tree spoke these few words with great

Pain and agony in her heart and finished

Behold there came men like drones, ants

And grasshoppers in bands about thousand or more

Immediately the bird flew away from there

To save its life leaving the tree to its fate

Alone lay the tree now left to its curse

Never will the bird be able to come and

Sit on the tree and talk to her again

With a huge deafening sound and noise

They laid their instruments of hate

Curse and pain on the tree trunk

Hacked of her branches, twigs and trunk

Pulled of her trunk from the earth

Uprooted the roots and cut into pieces

Gathered the branches, leaves and twigs

Collected them everything packed everything

Went they on the same way they came

All of them happy whistling a song of triumph

And glory

This is the way the tree ended life

For they marched forward like an army

With them the machines they love

So cruel and fearful

Filled with envy, anger, proud and bitterness

Towards the nature, forests and vegetation

Committed deforestation as long as they could

As far as they could all on a large scale

If they will not stop we are all doomed.