Last Tree

The last piece of dried leaf fell off my dying branch leaving me naked and bald. I was dying slowly in this sorrowful world. But the humans don’t seem to realize yet. They are too busy experimenting on various parts of my body to make me bear my seeds. It is not possible. Why don’t they just stop torturing me? The more they torture and hurt me, the sooner I’m going to die. Everything was their fault. They made me lose my family, my friends, my dwelling, then parts of my body and now, they are losing me. I spent days crying over the lost of my beloveds. Well, I knew it didn’t matter to the cruel humans. They are only concerned about their necessities and were willing to do anything to please themselves. They destroyed my dwelling to build their homes, factories, later came all the sky scrapers to fill in each spaces left on earth. They merely used us for their benefits. They planted us around their homes so that we would shade their homes from burning rays of the Sun. They ate whatever that we bore. They used us for various purposes such as for burning, making papers, furniture and to build wooden houses. They stopped to admire the beauties of nature; instead they locked themselves in their air-conditioned rooms and watched television all day long. However, nothing beats the soothing breeze that we create when the wind blows on us. Now that I’m dying, they made no efforts to save me instead; they are trying hard to find substitutes to help prolong their lives. I feel so sorry for the humans. If only they took care of the nature and were aware of the consequences of neglecting nature, they wouldn’t have to suffer today. Everything is coming to an end. Poor humans. They were too intelligent to assume that they could take control of nature without realizing that Nature is more superior to everything mortal and immortal.