Cool Lesson

Tired of walking under raging sun I sat under a shaded tree. Feeling fresh, I looked when at heaven, I heard the tree talking to me: And still ye stop not felling trees, Nor learn to share shelter, nor breeze; Walking upon these fallen leaves Be wary on what so much gives. And tread ever so soft at once, Be no ingrate you've ever been— Fraudulent on favours of green, Recall, ye sought their shelter once. Beware, sun raging hotter still You will have nowhere else to chill. _________________________________________ Reflections | 03.08.15 |