Question

A poem on conservation of trees

Answer 1

Answer:

I come from Nature

Hoping for a nice future

I grow and grow with aims.

But every one uses me for games.

People say Oh! Good fresh air…

But carpenters say strong wood for chair…

I have lots of wishes to fulfil…

But I die without seeing my pupil…

To you I bend and bow…

And plead with a voice so low…

Please do not kill me…

By turning me into coal…

I’ll grow old till I reach my goal.

Answer 2

ANSWER :-

Let there be colour, let there be green, let there be smiles that last much longer.

Let there be praise for nature, let there be love for the wild.

Let trees stand tall, let there be vision.

Let there be flight, let there be wind under the wings.

Let there be forests for generations to come, let existence be beautiful.

Let’s change a little, let’s conserve a little.