The fate of kings

He was neither the brave lion nor the fierce tiger
But like the mountain, big, powerful and strong
Among all others in the forest, his head was higher
He was the old banyan tree who had stood there for long

He was a home to many pigeons and parrots
The wood pecker and his family lived in the trunk
At the roots sat the bunny, munching his carrots
At the top sat the stupid monkey pretending to be drunk

The workaholic tiny ants who usually thought
Every part of him was meant for them, to walk
And in the noon when the sun was blazing hot
The elephants sat in his shade to rest and to talk

He provided them with shelter, did every kind deed
He saved them from seasons, gave them every thing
Every bird and beast of the forest was proud indeed
To have this generous grand old thing for a king

Then one fine morning, a woodcutter came looking for wood
And with his sharp shining axe, cut the tree down
For the want of money, furniture or may be mere firewood
It was a pity! The king of the forest was gone.

Thousands of kings lose the war each day
Their fight for survival has been crushed by man
For greed, lust or game, they become his prey
Prevent the forests from wiping out if you can

Forests show us the path of rebirth
As they have millions of gifts to give
It is forests that make our planet earth
A happy and truly wonderful place to live

--save forests