Poetry: Cut not a tree

Cut Not a Tree

By Elizabeth Kamara, Freetown, Sierra Leone

Cut not a tree, you know its worth

Cut not a tree, it has a life

To live and breathe and grow healthy

Trees you need in life

For rain tears drain from dawn to dusk

Clashes and abuse for drinking water

Thorns and nails for bathing and cooking

And yet you cut those trees

Will you cry for food

When trees you have?

Will you cry for rain

Or cry in vain?

The air you breathe

Purified by trees

The wind like a dove –

Turn now and thank the trees

Cut not a tree fo’the sake of God

Cut not a tree for your own sake

For spirits of trees will have their say

And God Himself will speak

Plant thou a tree for the sake of God

Plant now a tree for you and yours

For trees were created by God for us

To live in mutual harmony