The Scars on the Face

The scars⚡ on the face 

I saw that day, 

Were scary enough to tell me

That cruelty is there, 

It still exists, 

It was something to could clearly see. 

They cut it's neck

And it's tender limbs, 

For they were selfish and full of greed. 

The animals lost 

Their home and food , 

It was indeed a very cruel deed. 

They were no one

But some humans, 

They had cut a big oak tree. 

The beehive on it 

Was broken and lost

And so was the honey bee. 

A precious life 

Was all lost 

Just for a pile of timber. 

The humans wanted

A roaring fireplace 

In the very cold ❄ month of December. 

If you kill one

Plant yet another, 

Afforestation can help a lot. 

For trees are 

The only resource 

Of oxygen that we have got. 

                                  ✎Shravani Kelapure.