Culture and environment!

Long ago in dreams,

There imagined a girl;

Who thought of the trees.

That was presumably, thousands of years back,

That she lived;

I am glad, she isn't here,

To see what has happened of the streams.

The industries flourish,

People, in popular culture,

Dive with the sculptures,

Of God's and Goddesses,

Into the seas.

Eyes water,

As do the dreams,

With the tides that blow,

Destroying the surroundings.

They blame the same God's, whom they immersed,

Into the seas;

Then happens the blame-game;

I wonder,

Who talks of the trees?

Don't we now dare to dream,

Is that girl, hiding her face;

To save her eyes from the reality,

That she wishes to not see.

For she knows, the ethos prevailing,

In this modern world,

Led her no space of her own,

Or  to any other species.

The trees are near, the road to dampness;

No longer the seeds perpetuate, the growth does cease,

Whilst deluding into the sands,

And going about themselves, unseen.

World is no longer in the hands,

Of Humans, the so called Beings.

We have to learn from the animals,

Otherwise, we would also one day,

Get away into ashes, that shall be the anger of the seas,

Just because, we didn't let that girl's dream breeze;

But disappear into the tides of heavy blow.

We move towards our end,

When we see no dreams,

When tears drop only to become a waterfall;

As we move towards the brutal destiny,

Through our deeds.

We shall no longer be living,

Then shall her dream seize,

A new world, a new dream,

A world filled with the trees,

Seas dancing in their own space,

The world a charming reality;

Alas! It had to be, without the Human Beings!