The Amputations

Thirsty always I drinks Every drops of water in the earth That stored well in rains Kept for us for our own survival Gives back to the earth Sprinkling through my little leaves And pride myself for the good deeds Enough shades that gives The humans are happy about us, the Tree They lately approves my existence Not at all worthy judgement I feel They will come, cut and remove the branches Unconcerned of my pain of amputation They reckon me only as a tree Not knowing well I am sensuous enough To know my pains and sacrifice Still maintains my coolness here. Standing like a towering personality.