Once a dove passing by a solitary land,

heard a sombre voice crying ”Aid me oh sky!”

so she came and sat on his droopy tree limb,

she asked,”Why thou look so pale and tanned?”

“I’m dying!” replied the forlorn tree,

“Everything’s scarce here, even lives!

No drop of life falls here, to soothe us from thirst and let us free”

“Alas! u gave me tears”

What can I do for you my friend?” asked she

“Go and convey this message to all living souls tither,

if this is how they continue to stay,

they shalt too become a prey!”

His words ignited the fury in her

So determined became she

that she stood up from the tree

to flutter far and convey the message of he.