Trees live long... I heard the children sitting beside me say.
I stood, in the middle of the village, spreading out my branches. Tiny tots had played around me. I loved them especially the naughty ones. I never thought that they would become my killers. When you lift your arm with destructive weapons, do you care about our last wishes or what we have to speak out to the world? Our lives are also to be valued. Consider us as one among you. I am being cut down instead!
We can save the environment and build a better future. Don’t destroy us. Help us serve you.
