I am a maple tree
I have my story to share with you
If you kindly listen to me
I am a maple tree.
I stand upright with my head up high
My branches spreading wide
I own thousands of leaves in me
I face up to the sky.
I do not know how I came on earth
Though I'm blessed to be here
I am happy and honoured to be with you
But I know not the story of my birth.
When i felt I existed here
I was a premature and little tree
With roots and stems not so strong
Not gigantic as today you find me.
There I start the journey of life
Growing as days gone by
Standing erect amidst a meadow
A church posing nearby.
I see people coming to the church to pray
I hear the church bell ring everyday
People coming from the town nearby
Looking at me and passing by.
I can hear folks talking of me
How beautiful i look in spring
With thousands of green leaves
And maple fruits in me.
I provide a shed with my scattered self
When sun scorches here
Men sit and relax under me
See ! I am always there !
In the autumn at the time of fall
I feel a little sad
As the leaves from me shed off and fall
Leaving me bare and unclad.
But I still smile seeing the kids
Heaping my yellow leaves
Making fun and playing around
Dallying with my seeds.
Through the winter I bear the cold
The frosty winds and the dreadful snow
Still I never lean or bend or so
All hardships I do undergo.
Here arrives the spring again
My dream happens to come true
I feel blessed and glad again
To share my delish sap with you.
I have seen many folks to breakup
Or reunite in front of me
Witnessed couple of evils and good
Seen sorrows and utter glee.
Many birds dwell nests in me
New birds are born on me
I truly cherish their pleasure and joy
I'm proud to be a tree.
But now i want to share with you
A secret which is there
Please do spare some more time for me
If you truly care.
For some days I am not in peace
I am scared, old and dumb
I need to share my worries with you
I am helpless and I'm mum.
Few men were talking of me
Couple of days ago
They were planning to chop me down
That's what I came to know.
Some ugly men with their evil ends
Crave to kill me down
Tomorrow they would be here again
With an axe to cut me down.
I too have my wishes and dreams
Not a human being i'm though
I too feel the pain like you
I too have the right to live, you know.
I beg of you my dear friend
For once can you ever try?
To tell them not to chop me down
I do not want to die.