FOR THEY ARE not JUST WOODS

 From the ash they rise
And ash is their life
Sponging the ash they gallantly stroke with the wind
They are eco –prime
Man makes them for ash
Woods you are Highly inertial for

A fire that they make sometimes on their own
For the fire that holds itself in them to esteem its heat

The spirits of life-less transparents play with them
and yet they never speak

All they are humble and never are they conceited of their ecological reputation
Ash is their authentic innation
 And is their demise
And so is of a human being.

x Priyanka Kwatra