A video by Greenpeace on Earth Day and a poem

Memories of trees

I have many memories of trees
the tree that spread its ecstatic branch
to greet me through me study window
after night of monsoon downpour.
The tree that refuse to speak
one summer afternoon
as I lay under its cool shade
contemplating my life.
Then there was this young tree
that sobbed in cemented pathway
despite the assurances from the city authorities.
I have so many memories of trees
that could fill into a book
and find its place in racks of books
that tell many more memories
of trees.
But my memories are always
about a tree
that decided to kill itself
to turn into
a monument one day.

(this poem will be removed to birds blog soon)