"On Killing Tree"
English poem
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When the trees had fallen
When the trees had fallenBy the hands of men,
When the trees had fallenBy the hands of men,No one was there to mourn.
When the trees had fallenBy the hands of men,No one was there to mourn.When the naked patches of hill
When the trees had fallenBy the hands of men,No one was there to mourn.When the naked patches of hillSwallowed the blue mountains
When the trees had fallenBy the hands of men,No one was there to mourn.When the naked patches of hillSwallowed the blue mountainsAnd tall towering trees powerlessly fell,
When the trees had fallenBy the hands of men,No one was there to mourn.When the naked patches of hillSwallowed the blue mountainsAnd tall towering trees powerlessly fell,No one stopped to mourn.
When the trees had fallenBy the hands of men,No one was there to mourn.When the naked patches of hillSwallowed the blue mountainsAnd tall towering trees powerlessly fell,No one stopped to mourn.Upon the terrorised trees
When the trees had fallenBy the hands of men,No one was there to mourn.When the naked patches of hillSwallowed the blue mountainsAnd tall towering trees powerlessly fell,No one stopped to mourn.Upon the terrorised treesHovered the mother mist.
When the trees had fallenBy the hands of men,No one was there to mourn.When the naked patches of hillSwallowed the blue mountainsAnd tall towering trees powerlessly fell,No one stopped to mourn.Upon the terrorised treesHovered the mother mist. She snuggled them tight and whispered:
When the trees had fallenBy the hands of men,No one was there to mourn.When the naked patches of hillSwallowed the blue mountainsAnd tall towering trees powerlessly fell,No one stopped to mourn.Upon the terrorised treesHovered the mother mist. She snuggled them tight and whispered:"Do not look, my children.
When the trees had fallenBy the hands of men,No one was there to mourn.When the naked patches of hillSwallowed the blue mountainsAnd tall towering trees powerlessly fell,No one stopped to mourn.Upon the terrorised treesHovered the mother mist. She snuggled them tight and whispered:"Do not look, my children.Nothing will happen.
When the trees had fallenBy the hands of men,No one was there to mourn.When the naked patches of hillSwallowed the blue mountainsAnd tall towering trees powerlessly fell,No one stopped to mourn.Upon the terrorised treesHovered the mother mist. She snuggled them tight and whispered:"Do not look, my children.Nothing will happen.Tomorrow, everything is going to be okay."
When the trees had fallenBy the hands of men,No one was there to mourn.When the naked patches of hillSwallowed the blue mountainsAnd tall towering trees powerlessly fell,No one stopped to mourn.Upon the terrorised treesHovered the mother mist. She snuggled them tight and whispered:"Do not look, my children.Nothing will happen.Tomorrow, everything is going to be okay."Then her divine wrath wreathed up to the ash sky
When the trees had fallenBy the hands of men,No one was there to mourn.When the naked patches of hillSwallowed the blue mountainsAnd tall towering trees powerlessly fell,No one stopped to mourn.Upon the terrorised treesHovered the mother mist. She snuggled them tight and whispered:"Do not look, my children.Nothing will happen.Tomorrow, everything is going to be okay."Then her divine wrath wreathed up to the ash skyAnd afar-
When the trees had fallenBy the hands of men,No one was there to mourn.When the naked patches of hillSwallowed the blue mountainsAnd tall towering trees powerlessly fell,No one stopped to mourn.Upon the terrorised treesHovered the mother mist. She snuggled them tight and whispered:"Do not look, my children.Nothing will happen.Tomorrow, everything is going to be okay."Then her divine wrath wreathed up to the ash skyAnd afar-Afar it went.
In thsi poem the poet tries to tell that it is not easy to kill a tree. in this poem the poet says that the tree was killed by humans in two ways
- they cut the tree with an axe
- they pulled the tree with the rope