Ultimate Poem

My Weekend Poems # 7
Ultimate Poem

Every plant and tree
around us, we see

writes a poem direct
he literary piece perfect.

On the crust and up extension 
an ultimate creativity expression 
pure and chaste, truth to tell:
tell what the future keeps to spell.

Roots draw spirit from soil 
ink the leaf tips with toil 
leaves, by moves in atmosphere 
compose poems and tunes in air.

Ah! the man on The Earth
keeps little literary worth
he is in haste to waste
and ill treat the creation, chaste.

The arrogant has set in a spree - 
all out to cut and kill the tree
man, a stupid brute devoid of sense 
is active, future to strangulate thence. 

© Arvind Shah 101023