I was reading about this fabulous lady in her luscious (sp) green robe. There she stood with all her children (saplings) around her. She certainly is the 'Queen' of her family - the largest great tree; a tree that sends out its dappled light through her canopy across the forest below. As the tune of the wind blows the leaves manipulate the light so as if by magic they forest breathes and dances.
The scene up to this point is wonderful, until the 'distant agony' I presume this is from a fallen tree elsewhere in the forest. The Queen then sees a 'shiny blade' of an axe. This is enough to widen anybody's gaze and instil absolute terror. I must admit up to this point the poem was enjoyable, but the personification made me feel sick and want to scream, NO! at the screen to try and prevent the inevitable. On, no, another shock, I thought the axe was to fell her, but no, worse still, the axe man is murdering her eldest child. The imagery of the slaughtering of a mothers family is harsh indeed. Harsher still is the fact that this murdering of our forest's trees has been going on your years and continues. I ask you, when will we stop? Will it be in time to save the forests?
Meena, thank you for posting this poem. Although it is a hard to take on board the senseless pillaging of trees, I hope it will serve to highlight the importance of saving our trees for future generations and the world.
Really enjoy this poem Meena! You've created a beautiful image of a forest adding into it the persona of mother and children, a family. And a sense of the eternal perfection and beauty of nature. And then adding in the destruction of forests symbolized by the man with the knife filling the mother tree with dread you have created a very emotional piece, Well done!