self composed poem
TREES
Friend or foe?
Whatever they are ,
let them grow.
They give us food,
they give us air.
Their wood is
found everywhere.
They bring us rain
and give us a life full of pleasure.
They survive all the pain
and are yet the greatest treasure.
So trees mean life
and life means trees.
more trees more life
no trees no life.
by Animesh Deeptanshu Das
