Dignified are the trees—

Rain or shine—

they’re standing tall

Worry-free.

Dignity is what the falling leaves

In gold and amber during fall

Are being robbed of

By remorseless winds.

Dignity is what a man bequeaths,

When caged

And treated

Like a beast.

‘T is as important as the basic necessities

And rights.

Lest I wish no one

Should be deprived.