GENTLE HEART'S LIVE - SAVE TREES π¦ππ³
When I don’t have a wish to fly,
Don't try to tie my wings.
When I don’t care to watch the rain,
How can I enjoy the monsoon's touch?
When I don’t want to sing a song,
Why do you play continuous music?
When I don’t wish to hear your voice,
Why do you repeat your noise?
Haven't you seen my nest on the branch of the tree?
"My Home...!" π‘ π¦
Where my hatchlings were kept to rest free,
Believing it was my decorative dome...!
You cut the tree that gave me shade;
It was my home that you did not spare!
You clipped my wings and expected me to still believe the lie.
Alas...! You are a heartless person, you have harmed me alive.
Tell me...! How should I live for the rest of my life?
Hazel Shirley πΏ
There are millions on this earth who are grateful for and inspired by the lives of birds.
Yet, do we truly care enough to listen to their tender thoughts?
Are we not responsible for them?
This poem is written on behalf of the birds and gentle living creatures that still survive..
Humanity creates endless rules, only to break them whenever it serves our convenience. In this world, where frequent natural calamities serve as a stark warning of global warming, we must realize that we are reaping exactly what we have sown.
GOD created a beautiful, blessed planet for us.
However, driven by human greed, wants, and luxuries, we have left the Earth in the damaged state it is in today.
I am simply trying to give a voice to the feelings of those birds that have gone unheard for so long.
May GOD help us live with true humanity. ππ»
Hazel Shirley πΏ



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