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Title: "A Elegos Of A Shole."
(Deforestation: where do we stand now and do we still have a chance?The river always reclaims its course even in desert too.Through landslides & other natural disasters.)
The hot sun was high, the day was bright,
A boat kept hitting, with all its might,
Me, a poor soul, with no place to hide,
As it kept striking, with a rhythmic stride.
The plank beneath, a mooring in constant pain,
Cried out in sorrow, with a pained refrain,
"Oh human, I'm not just a buoy to moor,
Nor I'm a backup plan, & a support in for store."
The boat, it kept coming, with no reprieve,
The old plank, it sang, with a sorrowful leave,
The sun beat down, with a fierce delight,
As I stood there, in the burning sunlight.
The boat, it hit hard, with a resounding sound,
The plank, it creaked in agony, with a painful wound,
It stumbled back, with a desperate cry,
As the boat, it kept coming, and the plank, it did deny.
But still it sang, with a mournful air,
"Oh human, I'm not just a buoy to moor,
I'm a backup plan, and a support in store,
Please help me, before I'm gone for good, forevermore."
In sooth, It sang a despondent & sorrowful refrain,
I a plank of pinewood, with pain & anguish stained,
Once a flourishing tree, with roots so deep & strong,
Now naught but a shole, where I do not belong.
I cried & cried out loud, as your axe did bite and tear,
My limbs fell off, leaves shed,my heart did ache & fear,
I was scarred & bled profusely, as I hit the pointed ground,
My soul's life force is slowly ebbing, without a sound.
I was made into a log, sawn into quarters fine,
Then boards were made, of my once sturdy spine,
No permission asked, of my roots, branches, or leaves,
I was to you but a tree, with a life support to grieve & breathe.
Now I'm but just a shole a plank, with holes & worn away,
Forgotten and misused,
day by day,
No thought of my past, when once I was green & fair,
Neglecting, that i a protector of hills,rivers, flora,fauna & whole earth with care.
My roots did once held, against the tsunami's might,
And to every whirlwinds' force, that sought to take flight,
But now I'm naught, but a piece of wood,so ragged & old,
Totally used & discarded, like a historical story untold.
Oh human monsters, with hearts so cold & grey,
How could ye forget, the shole's tale of woe & dismay?
I once protected thee, from all harm & danger's sway,
But now I'm but just a plank, a cast away.
As I lay here helpless, in this dying worn-out state,
I ponder on my life, and the disastrous fate that awaits,
"The tree's soul is here for its own joy" I recall,
But now what joy can I find, in this worn-out wall?
In spiritual realms too, I once did reside,
As a tree of life, with roots so deep inside,
But now I'm but a plank, with no further life to give,
A mere shadow of what once was, a life to live.
"The wound is the place,where the light enters you"
But what light can enter now, with a heart that's broken in two?
I once held the earth, with roots so strong and deep,
But now I'm but just a shole, in a world that does creep.
In the null stillness,I hear epochs susurration more fine,
"The universe, chronology in...
The hot sun was high, the day was bright,
A boat kept hitting, with all its might,
Me, a poor soul, with no place to hide,
As it kept striking, with a rhythmic stride.
The plank beneath, a mooring in constant pain,
Cried out in sorrow, with a pained refrain,
"Oh human, I'm not just a buoy to moor,
Nor I'm a backup plan, & a support in for store."
The boat, it kept coming, with no reprieve,
The old plank, it sang, with a sorrowful leave,
The sun beat down, with a fierce delight,
As I stood there, in the burning sunlight.
The boat, it hit hard, with a resounding sound,
The plank, it creaked in agony, with a painful wound,
It stumbled back, with a desperate cry,
As the boat, it kept coming, and the plank, it did deny.
But still it sang, with a mournful air,
"Oh human, I'm not just a buoy to moor,
I'm a backup plan, and a support in store,
Please help me, before I'm gone for good, forevermore."
In sooth, It sang a despondent & sorrowful refrain,
I a plank of pinewood, with pain & anguish stained,
Once a flourishing tree, with roots so deep & strong,
Now naught but a shole, where I do not belong.
I cried & cried out loud, as your axe did bite and tear,
My limbs fell off, leaves shed,my heart did ache & fear,
I was scarred & bled profusely, as I hit the pointed ground,
My soul's life force is slowly ebbing, without a sound.
I was made into a log, sawn into quarters fine,
Then boards were made, of my once sturdy spine,
No permission asked, of my roots, branches, or leaves,
I was to you but a tree, with a life support to grieve & breathe.
Now I'm but just a shole a plank, with holes & worn away,
Forgotten and misused,
day by day,
No thought of my past, when once I was green & fair,
Neglecting, that i a protector of hills,rivers, flora,fauna & whole earth with care.
My roots did once held, against the tsunami's might,
And to every whirlwinds' force, that sought to take flight,
But now I'm naught, but a piece of wood,so ragged & old,
Totally used & discarded, like a historical story untold.
Oh human monsters, with hearts so cold & grey,
How could ye forget, the shole's tale of woe & dismay?
I once protected thee, from all harm & danger's sway,
But now I'm but just a plank, a cast away.
As I lay here helpless, in this dying worn-out state,
I ponder on my life, and the disastrous fate that awaits,
"The tree's soul is here for its own joy" I recall,
But now what joy can I find, in this worn-out wall?
In spiritual realms too, I once did reside,
As a tree of life, with roots so deep inside,
But now I'm but a plank, with no further life to give,
A mere shadow of what once was, a life to live.
"The wound is the place,where the light enters you"
But what light can enter now, with a heart that's broken in two?
I once held the earth, with roots so strong and deep,
But now I'm but just a shole, in a world that does creep.
In the null stillness,I hear epochs susurration more fine,
"The universe, chronology in...
