The Chirpy Woods
Forests are where serenity rests!
Woods provide the best of divinity's goods.
When I walk inside with vision full of awe;
To suck the enchanting stature, I don't need any straw.
Birds are not just gleefully chirping, they are busy in building our life's nest as well.
If we don't preserve the Mother Nature, she will surely put us in a redeeming spell.
Plastic and pollution are venoms to Earth.
If we don't control our needs, potency of living itself will be dearth!
Luxury is not when we have worldly succour.
Opulence will be ripe, only if we don't demolish the creation's decor.
We give dust to the clouds, still it gives us pristine rain water.
We cut down the trees, still it gives us air, food, wood, medicine and paper.
Why can't we try to become a cloud, to witness its gorgeous clout?
Why can't we try to be a river, which is a never-ending giver?
Hunting Animals is a hobby for trophies.
Bloody humans don't know that it is a sign of self destructive atrophies.
Selfishness is all over us, we are killing between ourselves, why should we leave the Forests?
Foolishness rules over us, we are struggling for energy sources, why will the Maker spare us?
This Earth and it's contents are gifts to us from the Almighty Creator.
Knowingly and unknowingly, we all behave as our own Cremator.
The Woods must be there...
When they fight back, no one will be there to dare...
© Stellar Ram 2018