Ishaisms, Poetry

Whispers of the Trees

The Mountains watched as the Trees conversed,
on a scorching summer’s day,
about another Mountain now submerged,
and become a turquoise bay…

How battered and how ruined most Land,
how filthy and how dead the Seas,
how uncertain does the Forest stand…
will someone hear their plea?

The Mountains watched as the Trees conversed,
on that scorching summer’s day,
as another Tree fell and died of thirst,
and into the stream made its way…

The only light that now glimmers as hope,
is in the souls that care,
and know Nature is their only home,
needing action, not just a prayer…

ยฉ Isha Garg

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