Fool

Don’t think I am draining all the water into the ocean,

That’s where I will be coming back from next year as rain, said the river

Don’t think I am baring myself by discarding all the aged leaves,

Where will my green leaves come from otherwise? Said the tree

Don’t think I am whiling away my time by flying here and there,

Where will your food come from If I don’t? said the bee

Don't think  I am dying or difiguring

If I don't dicard this, how will I become a butterfly? Said caterpillar

Don’t blame me for the unbearable heat I am generating,

How will the water evaporate otherwise and become rain? Said the sun

Here I was, amidst the natural setting ignoring the warning signal

And believing that change is an option and postponing Everything for the morrow

If they all had the ability to speak like me,

Am sure, they will all say in chorus, you are a FOOL