Tree

My first ever poem which I wrote when I was 14 :)

I am planted by a man,

And I am cut into bits by a man.

I grow up to a Tree,

And man benefits from me.

I shed my leaves to get new leaves,

And man cuts me till I flee.

I suffer from extreme climate conditions,

Without any cozy conditions.

I benefit man in many ways,

And man benefits me in no way.

I summon fruits on myself,

And man eats them for themselves.

I protect man from heavy rain,

And they give me a lot of pain.

I suffer to stand up straight,

And man puts water on my strain.

Man takes the leaves out of me,

And uses them to make their tea.

Man uses me to make timber,

And leaves me to linger.

Don’t cut me, don’t cut me.

Oh! God please help me.

I grow up to a tree,

And man benefits from me.

-Priyanshu Tripathi

28^th April 2016

Author's Note

I really wasn't trying anything here because this was my first ever poem which I wrote on a scrap of paper when I was 12.

Reviews

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Wow
Talented at such an early age
This is very deep for a child
Great 👍