English Poems Index


Let me live.


Once I was a tiny seed.

Mother Nature cared my need.

I grew up as a shady tree.

Now my age is twenty three.


I have branches so many.

For children to play in company,

I feed worms with tiny figs.

I make homes with tiny twigs.


I am for the resting herds.

Also for the poor shepherds.

People breathe the air I give.

Why do not people let me live.



By AN UNKNOWN author



Words to Know :



Tiny : very small

Company : groups

Figs : fruits of banyan and fig trees

Herds : groups of animals