And….now, the 100 words on Saturday prompt!
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A part of me lies fallen by the way-side, un-seen, un-cared.
A thriving tree of presence,
I stood center-stage providing shelter, shade and fruit.
Alas! Human greed reigns,
And I am cut down to size.
Shorn of green garb,
I lie naked,
Will I adorn as a beautiful furniture?
Or consigned to flames
to cook the Last Supper?
I know not.
Four Men in Black sauntered
With corporate air and lingo
Surveyed ‘my’ territory
And exclaimed, ’What a beautiful place!’
To increase the sale of their goods
and a healthy bottom-line.
Was their aim
And so I was maimed.
Written for : Write Tribe
(P.S. :- Every year hundreds of giant trees are cut down to create space for advertising hoardings , furniture , and fire-wood. The uprooted tree loses its 'home' and Mother Earth loses her child. Let us pledge to plant a tree every year.)