Topic: A forest (Poetry Writing)
Whisps of emerald and sage,
The dappled amber rays shining through,
A trace of musty pine,
A hint of damp moss.
Nimble squirrels scurrying across the branches,
Fluttering butterflies of azure and lilac,
Scrubs of wild berries, bursting with colour,
A gurgling crystal brook gushing past,
When a sound was heard, distinct and unfamiliar,
The sound of twigs crunching under heavy boots.
Each animal fled- survival being their first instinct,
But the selfless trees remained.
The escalating sounds of footsteps came to a halt,
Soon after, an axe came crashing down.
Followed by another, and another, and another,
In the end, all that was left, was a pile of wood.
Something that was earlier as lush as a meadow on a bright sunlit day,
Something that was earlier as lively as twinkling eyes of a mischievous toddler.
Something that was so lovely and verdant, so pretty and vibrant,
Was now lying, lifeless and dejected.
Full of glee, the fellers left,
A bag of wood dangling from their shoulders.
The animals returned to pay their respects,
But soon got on with their lives.
The wild does nothing but give and give,
Then it gives some more.
We do nothing but take and take,
Until all is gone.
We say humans are so generous and compassionate,
But we’re also selfish and heartless,
Because we’re harming ourselves, we’re harming the planet,
And even worse, we’re harming the ones who we share our planet with.
Vanshika Jain
Class 7
