A tree in the parking lot Of a commercial complex- Lovely, flowering in spring, Leaving a sprinkle of red petals occasionally, When jostling playfully with the barmy winds, On the driveway and on the cars’ windscreens. A beauty for sure For nature lovers and For the cuckoo which Used its branches to perch and sing persistent notes of melancholy for the romantic hearts at our workplace in the complex. Then one day a storm raged and A couple of large branches broke and fell On a few cars parked in the driveway. The poor tree had no way to prevent The damage done to the cars. Yet, it had to face the human wrath! “The tree is a pest,an annoyance”, they cried! “Occupying useless space, not worth at all!” Forgotten was the beauty, The benefits; So much for human foresight! The tree was cut down; Chopped to the last inch of the protruding trunk. Now the cuckoo’s voice is never heard. Nor do the sprinkle of sudden red On the cars’ body Enthrall the nature lovers. Only some extra noise and fume From some additional parked cars And the ringing cash in the complex’s cash box.
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