If you cut a tree; you cut your own mother - Poems on Environment , Wildlife

LADEN

The tree in the pristine forest; was laden with
overwhelming quantities of succulent berry and
rhapsodic fruit,

The fathomless expanse of barren sky; was laden with
an enchanting conglomerate of seductively silken
clouds,

The flower extruding from the delectable farm; was
laden with bountiful petals; blossoming into a myriad
of tantalizingly colorful forms,

The incomprehensibly huge dictionary; was laden with a
battalion of exquisite words; explicitly portraying
infinite situations of pragmatic life,

The magnificently shimmering egg; was laden with life
yielding yolk; which evolved over a period of time
into a mesmerizing offspring,

The trajectory of the majestically swirling ocean; was
laden with a festoon of voluptuously undulating waves;
spraying profusely handsome salt on the rocks as well
as the shores,

The toweringly colossal mountains; were laden with bed
sheets of ingratiatingly scintillating ice; cascading
into waterfalls of melodious froth as the Sun flamed
to its full shine,

The boisterously swarming beehive; was laden with
golden honey; dribbling in splendid harmony towards
chocolate brown territories of soil,

The grandiloquently striped flamingoes perched on the
river banks; were laden with a sheath of fabulously
satin feathers; propelling them to soar like a pompous
prince in the sky,

The flamboyantly escalating fire; was laden with a
flurry of poignant flames; which profoundly
illuminated the morbidly dreary and starless night,

The incredulously oligarchic castle; was laden with
scores of intricately alluring furniture; an
extravagantly jeweled throne on which sat the crown king,

The framework of articulately dexterous bones; was
laden with rubicund layers of flesh; granting it
thereby the formidable tenacity to surge forward in
unprecedented exuberance,

The valiant landscape of the pugnacious battlefield;
was laden with innumerable soldiers; ready to
sacrifice their life any instant for the sake of their
revered motherland,

The boundlessly glistening blackboard; was laden
synchronized lines of raw chalk; portraying vital
points of survival to earnestly learning students,

The robust periphery of tongue; was laden with gallons
of euphoric saliva; instilling in it tangy traces of
exotic taste,

The fathomless land of the desert; was laden with
infinite tons of stupendously sparkling sand,

The flamboyantly vivacious calendar; was laden with an
armory of months and dates; candidly divulging the
extraordinary rapid unveiling of time,

The dome sculptured crystalline scalp; was laden with
silken curls of voluptuous hair; which imparted a
compassionate cushioning against repugnantly
vindictive blows,

The profoundly impregnable conscience; was laden with
optimistically enlightening ideals; that provided
astronomical tenacity to the persona to ecstatically
plunge forward in life,

And the passionately palpitating heart; was laden with
invincible love; which kept proliferating towards the
sky as the seconds unfurled; kept getting more and
more fortified with each stroke of palpable
existence.