A Tree with Dark Leaves

There were times
I lived among
Dark and light leaves
It was at Waynad
I was blessed to live among
Dark, deep leaves
Most romantic time
In my life with nature,
Where we feel
Seasonal varieties
With coldness of water
There at times
Snow drips at morning

There I had a tree
Quite big, thick with dark leaves
My trustful companion
Both lazy and busy times

Once it was cut
Out of its owners economic tight
Sure, it was in his plot
Then what about
Me and birds around it?
Actually we were very close to it
Had he ever looked at it?
As lived far away from it

Then I had some serious
Questions on ownership
Had he really the right to assassinate
That big tree of mysterious dark leaves
Just for his silly, stupid needs?