Tuesday, April 27, 2010
JUNGLES TO JUNK
The sound of axes rang down the gorge and woke the echoes from cliffs. The rusted axes ripped the heavy trunks screeching birds flew away in panic, some leaving their nests and young ones. The trees fell down like screaming angels in pain. In no time the trees turned timber, clouds looked like feeble soldiers to the brutal humanity. The dead trees looked helpless into the sky as the clouds were moving away in huge masses.The lush greenery dried pale it never rained, animals marched away in endless numbers. The trees were used to make doors closing the doors of nature.
CONSERVE THE ANTIQUITY OF FORESTS.