The Wind Fallen Tree

In my childhood I saw a great lady There she carried a sapling of a tree Everyday she digs and plants the sapling As if every where she walks to have trees In village, school, temple and any public places The compounds, and nearby fields she planted The beautiful tree saplings of various species Years gone she was very old, and weak She prayed, god save the trees always Alas the world was not kind enough to follow The wishes of the old lady in several excuses One by one they cut for petty gains and pleasure Only one giant tree stood intact with mighty branches One fine morning we saw the tree had fallen The wind fallen tree, that stood for human friendship