The lonely tree

This is a poem I've written-

I am sitting in the cool shade of a tree,

It is one of those places that is still free,

From the hands of development

Conducted by the same government

That is trying to save trees.

This life giver's friends are no more

With home he grew up on the erstwhile forest floor

And saw the school rise nearby 

While the animals and brids grew more and more shy

Until one day they went away

Never again, to come back this way.

And as the years went by,

The land went dry.

As the winds showed no mercy

Or the roots their strength

For they had lost their willpower,

Along with their friends.