PhotoFun Challenge Day 29: Trees | Poetry

I give you air;
And my fruits, I share;
In my shade, you stand;
Yet my value, you don’t understand;
What am I?

You use me to make paper;
And at my death, you don’t get hyper;
I burn to make you warm;
To destroy me has become a norm;
What am I?

My homeland is taken to give you a home;
It won’t be long, that I would be standing lone;
All I ask is you replace my life with another like my own;
But does anyone listen to my moan;
What am I?

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.