Trees
 
Tres are my mother,
trees are my father,
trees are my brothers and sisters,
trees are my children.
Trees are my family.
 
Men are going to the moon
and leaving the earth naked:
in greed and in thoughtlessness
they are destroying the forests.
 
Trees give us fresh air,
water and good soil;
and the trees are being cut down.
 
We should create
a kingdom of trees.
How do we create a king of trees?
 
Plant a tree every time
a child is born.
Protect the tree
as you would the child:
nurture it, help it, take care of it
so it grows like a child.
 
Plant a second tree for marriage:
love it like you love each other,
then it will come to symbolise
the meeting of two souls.
 
Plant a third tree for a death,
and put a carved stone near it
with the name of the deceased;
so you will remember your father,
your grandfather.
 
This is how to create
a kingdom of trees.
If we do it we will have fresh air,
pure water and rich soil.
 
This is my message for humanity.
This is how to create
a kingdom of trees,
and bring happines to all mankind.

 

I found this poem in my english book. If I am not allowed to keep it here please tell me and I will take it away...

But I think it is a great poem and the message in it is really important, so I hope as many people as possible will read it...

 

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