From Chains To Change

Dawn shimmers on the cerulean rivers,

as the ripples quiver,

revealing a tree.

Once timeless and free,

now it screams a plea.

The tree did not always scream this mournful plea;

it used to be as free as it looked,

till one day it appeared as if it were covered in clay.

It could not say,

but it was dying day by day.

Deforestation’s plastic chains

strangles life, its silent pain.

The tree waits patiently, its amber sap leaking;

weaker and weaker it grows, its skin peeling and reeling.

But hope arrives with gentle hands,

removing plastic, healing bands of humans ran.

They worked to right what has been wrong.

The tree, once bound, begins to thrive;

its leaves unfurl, it comes alive.

No longer silent, its plea now heard, no longer hurt.