The Burningsoul's World - Hitler Died and So will you someday!

I see the felling of trees. A life being taken away. Why can’t the humans hear a silent cry of the tree. As the axe hits the wood, blood flow though not in the red. Is our eyes shut from the pain of the tree. The towering oak that stood in defiance now stands uprooted by humans whose child played in its branches. I look at the falling of leaves as the trees is being cut. The branches that would have swayed to the breeze now stands stripped of dignity. The leaves are forcibly shed by the tremble that follows after each hit of the axe on the body of the tree. I stand there a mere spectator like endless others.

The tree had a life in its steady gaze. In the shadow of which some wearied person had rested. When the relentless heat of the sun couldn’t tresspass the branches of trees which stood  in strong defiance. The strength of nature has been surpassed by few humans who wanting to have the room draped with polished furniture by designs from the hands of guilt.

The resurrection will be there for the oak can be brought to the ground but the roots shall stay in place where steely resolve of clear paths shall not uproot the urge of life.

The place where the towering oak stood, now stands roads designed for traffic to shed pollution when the tree gave life. It is strange that man devise ways to strangle oneself for temporary pleasures. Can the hand that cut the tree be blessed for widening the human greed. The tree is further sent to saw mills for unlimited dissections to carve wood of strength in a frail wish.

As I stand with eyes glistening, I see the shadow disappear where once stood a life in defiance but in tenderness where the cooing of the birds bought hopes in the morning. Sunrise now seems to be tired with eyes red in the long glistening through the night when before the slaying looked like face of someone in all radiance. Where are the birds that played notes of lasting peace and love now disappear in the world of hate and greed.

The place where the tree stood has now become its grave. The swaying branches no longer exist, the calmness of the tree’s shadow would be in poise against the sunrays grumbling to break in. The heat of the sunrays are still in reluctance which were once refused admittance under the arms of peace.

Does the tree has a soul ? yes it has in the saplings being planted somewhere when the dying shall be rejuvenated and shall be born yet again. Let the killing stop. For trees have life too, for humans have a life too. If killing humans be crime then why not slaying of trees be a crime too. In the books of law is slated no punishment for betrayal of natures promise. There are the dead and the dying and the suffering, yes I can feel the trees in their yearning to live but cannot see our remorse. The roads that humans built but at a cost not measured in money but at the cost of life, life of a tree.

Now this is not mine I just copied it from a girl who sent it to me some days ago.. Kudos to Honeybee ( Her name is that )