I the tree speaketh from the denizens of my ashes.
Widen your eyes as I speak, oh, people! For the last time.
You are in grave danger yet you cut us down. We do not say no because some of us are made especially to transform into beautiful artefacts which will help mankind to survive and feel special.
In good old days, I have seen some of you people wake up early in the morning to breath fresh air in summers.
Guess what, there isn’t any air left except the summer heat and that’s in the morning. The earth is supposed to get cooled down by morning but because there is a deficiency of trees it isn’t happening.
The air you breathe has become toxic. Why aren’t you taking any steps?
You cut us ruthlessly to widen the roads, the streets get flooded for minimal rain. You did neither leave any soil to absorb the water nor we are present to stop that water by holding them in our roots.
We get cut down for reasons like, you feel we are shedding leaves and ruining your precious surroundings or you are too lazy to clean up your own surroundings and the solution you find to all of that is to cut us down.
We give and give and you, what have you done?
There wouldn’t be any of your precious living will be present in future. The excess heat will make way for new diseases among you.
You’ll feel uncomfortable in your own skin on your beloved earth. Where will you escape to?
The air conditioners you use will make things worse and worse for you.
Are you too lazy or too blind to do anything? Can’t you see the simple solution that’s all along right before you?
Plant us, humans. We will protect you.
Our mother Amazon is burning down to ashes because of your negligence. How careless you have to be to light a match by mistake in the lungs of the earth? Imagine a fire lit in your lung, that’s exactly how we feel.
People, people, people, we are too merciful so for one last time we advise you to open your eyes and look at the warning signs the climate is giving and act now. You are too foolish to think at any point about having lots and lots of time. As you cut us in bundles, you have been stripped off time in bundles. You absolutely do not have it. Act now and protect your race.
I the tree of thousand years old sing an ode to the perishing mother of forests from the ashes of my being.
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