The Tree Appeals. Poem by Nabakishore Dash

Cut me not, cut me not
the tree appeals to man.
I take care of you
like a mother,
never think me insignificant,
don't belittle me,
You are my children.

I withstand the scorching heat,
offer shade to all.
Provide you food,
wood, medicine, cloth
fruit, flower, fuel.

I receive your carbon-di-oxide,
give you oxygen.
protect you from global warming,
prevent flood, soil erosion.

I increase my family members,
form forests and jungles that
facilitate rain.
kindly feel that I always serve you
without any selfish gain.

You give me all your wastes,
I receive without objection.
Even though I am mute,
have no sense organs,
I convert them to your satisfaction.

Don't kill me, don't be unkind to yourself,
think a while before you act.
Whole world would be ruined,
Your race will be effaced
with many catastrophic change.

Cut me not, cut me not
o' my dear children.
Plant more and more trees
as many as you can to
transform the earth into heaven.