The Amputations Comments

I think I understand. Were I a tree I would be much happier if I were appreciated. I enjoyed shading the humans. Why don't they give me a pat on the side and say thank you. I give them fruit and cordwood and shelter. They call men who acknowledge me tree huggers. This in a derogatory way. Shame. (A rough statement of my understanding of your great little poem, Gangadharan.) Such a name! Walk through the forest with approbation