If You Cut A Tree; You Cut Your Own Mother.

You're not just cutting the tree's artistically
slender branches; but by doing so you're infact
barbarously cutting the inimitably priceless hands of
triumphantly vivacious Mother Nature,

You're not just plucking the tree's gorgeously affable
leaves; but by doing so you're infact torturously
plucking the unparalleled divine sensitivity; of
spellbindingly undefeated Mother Nature,

You're not just indenting the tree's poignantly
gregarious trunk; but by doing so you're infact
sadistically indenting the unassailably jubilant
chastity of unbelievably proliferating Mother Nature,

You're not just abusing the tree's incongruously
uninhibited contours; but by doing so you're infact
outrageously abusing the pricelessly unabashed swirl
of peerlessly undefeated Mother Nature,

You're not just defecating on the tree's innocuously
protruding and sprawled roots; but by doing so you're
infact sacrilegiously defecating on the unshakably
redolent embodiments of wondrously enthralling Mother Nature,

You're not just chopping the tree's merrily swaying
tendrils; but by doing so you're infact deliriously
chopping the perennially fructifying innocence of
gloriously Omnipotent Mother Nature,

You're not just trimming the tree's ecstatically
liberated outgrowths; but by doing so you're infact
unnecessarily trimming the beautifully venerated womb
of victoriously blessing Mother Nature,

You're not just kicking the tree's bountifully
untainted stem; but by doing so you're infact
ruthlessly kicking the sacredly spawning bosom of
brilliantly unfettered Mother Nature,

You're not just peeling the tree's rustically majestic
corrugations; but by doing so you're infact
pervertedly peeling the invincibly silken skin of
effulgently burgeoning Mother Nature,

You're not just burning the tree's unflinchingly
valiant wood; but by doing so you're infact insanely
burning the fearlessly formidable strength of
ebulliently cavorting Mother Nature,

You're not just victimizing the tree's indisputably
royal foliage; but by doing so you're infact
truculently victimizing the insuperably unbridled
sensuality of ubiquitously ever-pervading Mother Nature,

You're not just disorienting the tree's ardently
boisterous nests; but by doing so you're infact
hedonistically disorienting the eclectically
fascinating solar plexus of royally everlasting Mother Nature,

You're not just ridiculing the tree's endlessly
inscrutable labyrinth of hollows; but by doing so
you're infact nefariously ridiculing the unfathomably
enigmatic belly of stupendously ameliorating Mother Nature,

You're not just jailing the tree's effervescently
nubile body with an unceasing jugglery of devilishly
stabbing electric wire; but by doing so you're infact
unforgivably jailing the infallibly supreme identity
of impeccably Omnipresent Mother Nature,

You're not just nailing the tree's immortally fragrant
heart; but by doing so you're infact diabolically
nailing the celestially undaunted fabric of
ecstatically frolicking Mother Nature,

You're not just dumping the tree's philanthropically
unimpeachable cradle with your fetid garbage can
trash; but by doing so you're infact reproachfully
dumping the mellifluously humming mouth of exuberantly
evolving Mother Nature,

You're not just bombarding the tree's timelessly
gargantuan splendor; but by doing so you're infact
baselessly bombarding the perennially beautiful
virility of unlimitedly stupefying Mother Nature,

You're not just spitting upon the tree's resplendently
beaming face; but by doing so you're infact
unpardonably spitting on the impregnably spotless
heavenliness of vivaciously magical Mother Nature,

You're not just uprooting the tree from its very
eternally compassionate soil; but by doing so you're
infact sinfully uprooting the quintessentially blessed
existence of benevolently healing Mother Nature,

So always remember O! salaciously greedy man; that the
next time you wretchedly pulverize; abuse; trade and
victimize Mother Nature; you'll be infact demonically
asphyxiating your very own Omniscient mother to the
most ghastly death; as your's and everyone else's
mother was first and foremost born out of the womb of
Mother Nature; was first and foremost the child of
unconquerable Mother Nature Divine.
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Nikhil Parekh

Nikhil Parekh , ( born August 27 ; 1977 ) from Ahmedabad , India - is a Love Poet and 10 time National Record holder for his Poetry with the Limca Book of Records India , which is India's Best Book of Records , also Ranked 2nd in the World officially to Guinness Book of World Records . He is an author of - ' LONGEST BOOK written by a mortal - COLLECTED POETRY ' , which has a Print Length of 5254 pages on the Amazon Kindle . The Poet's style of Poetry / literature is unique and has never ever been written before or experimented on the mortal planet by any mortal . Though his Poetry / literature is normal and natural . 10 Different National Records held by Parekh with the Limca Book of Records India are for - (1) Being the First Indian Poet to be published / featured in McGill English Dictionary of Rhyme which is the World's Number 1 English Rhyming Dictionary - for his poem: Come Lets Embrace our New Religion (2) Being the First Indian Poet to have won Poet of the Year Award at the Canadian Federation of Poets which is Canada's National Poetry Body endorsed by Governor General of Canada (3) Being the First Indian Poet to be published in a Commonwealth Newsletter for his poem on AIDS which is 'Aids doesn't kill. Your Attitude kills (4) Being the First Indian Poet to win an EPPIE award for best poetry e-book (5) Writing the most number of letters to and receiving the most number of replies from World Leaders and World Organizations (6) Being the First Indian Poet to be Goodwill Ambassador to the International Goodwill Treaty for World Peace - GoodwillTreaty.org (7) Being the First Indian Poet whose Poems have been made into Films at Youtube.com - The World's largest video sharing website (8) Being the 1st Indian Poet to be featured for his Poetry Book - 'Love versus Terrorism- Poems on Anti Terror, Peace' , at Wattpad.com - The World's most popular ebook community and largest website for reading books on mobile phones (9) Being the first Indian Poet whose video reciting a Poem on Nelson Mandela , has been placed at the official website of the Government of South Africa (10) Having authored LONGEST BOOK written by a mortal - COLLECTED POETRY - which is of Print Length 5254 pages and currently has approximately 1.15 million words , financially selling in the Amazon.com Kindle Store United States at - http://www.amazon.com/dp/B003Y8XLKQ . The Indian Poet has written thousands of varied poems on - God , Peace , Love , Anti Terrorism , Friendship , Life , Death , Environment, Wildlife , Mother , Father , Children , Parenthood , Humanity , Social Cause , Women empowerment , Poverty , Lovers , Brotherhood . His Books and Poems have had millions of viewers and downloads on the Internet . Parekh is an author of 47 varied Books which include - 1 God ( volume 1 to volume 4 ) , The Womb ( volume 1 to volume 2 ) , Love Versus Terrorism ( Part 1 to Part 2 ) , You die; I die - Love Poems ( Part 1 to Part 16 ) , Life = Death ( volume 1 to volume 10 ), The Power of Black ( volume 1 to volume 2 ) , If you cut a tree; you cut your own mother , Hide and Seek ( part 1 to part 8 ) , Longest Poem written by Nikhil Parekh - Only as Life . These Books comprise of nearly a 7000 pages of his Poetry in their entirety . The Poet's Poetry has had the patronization of several versatile World Leaders including the Queen of England . Visit http://nikhilparekh.net ; the webpage . more…

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