It was hot, very hot.
Like a fiery pot.
All were perspiring, looking all around for shade,
But couldn’t find a place for their aid.
The mighty sun was like a bright ball of fire,
Blazing everything in magnifying dire.
Everyone was clueless to find a solution,
It was too late for our living generation.
Sitting on the top of the food chain,
We are responsible for tree slain.
Polluting the nature was in our habits,
Which is making us unable to cohabit.
All the animals in the jungle,
Face all the uncertain.
As a human, we should be more responsible,
At least think about your next generation!
Trees should be preserved and cutting should be prevented,
Otherwise, the newly built road will remain deserted.
Development without trees seems stupid,
What will you get when no one can live?