Poem-Tree

A TREE

A tree is not just a tree

With colourful flowers

And leaves green.

But a box of treasure

Which gives us so many gifts.

Its trunk is brown.

Which seems to be wearing

A green-coloured crown.

It is home for many birds

And food for several animals

It is shade for many travellers

And medicine for many patients.

It makes the air clean

And gives out oxygen

So that we can breathe it in.

It provides us with wood

With gum, with food

It also gives us rubber and pepper

And the list goes on, beyond the paper.

Despite so many helps

We humans are being selfish

We kill them which is bad.

We must not repeat this

And stop cutting trees.

Because we are greedy

And have endless desires and needs.