Psalm of a tree

Under a tree I sat Near a big Buddhist vat Leaves were scuttling Ants were rustling I heard the tree cry I didn't knew why? I asked the tree Why it screeched The tree replied that it was hurt Because of human's curt Its branches were cut Just because of axe's rut And after this it went to a long sleep It died with a deep bleep It left me in thoughts so deep My emotions were in full leap Pledge not to cut a tree Let the trees smile not weep