The Last Tree on Earth Tells Its Story.

 The Last Tree on Earth Tells Its Story

Imagine a world, parched and barren, a silent world where you never hear the chirping of birds or the rustling of leaves, and in the midst of this depressing landscape stands a lone tree, weathered and wise. If it could speak, what would it say? The tree would tell a sorrowful tale.

 

“I once belonged to an endless grove of trees. Tall and sturdy, with thick woody, leafy branches and roots firmly grounded in the soil, our leaves were different shades of green, forming a magnificent sight.

We were the lungs of the earth, the source of balance. Children climbed and swung from our branches and played in the shade we provided. We were home to the birds, and squirrels happily scampered up and down our trunks. Our wrinkled bark held the secrets of lovers.  We witnessed the changing seasons—the joys of spring, the warmth of the summer, the freshness and cleansing of the rain the golden splendour of autumn, and the quietude of winter. Life was good.

Slowly but surely, the winds of change began to blow as man’s greed came to the fore. He wanted more and more, and so an eerie silence began to fall as the sounds of the chainsaw echoed over the land, and one by one, like a pack of cards, my friends began to fall and disappear.  

The air grew heavier and hotter; the rain ceased, the rivers dried up, and the land looked parched and bare.  I know they will come for me, too, but I still hold onto hope.

I miss my friends, the rain, the chirping birds, the rustling leaves, and the sounds of the children’s laughter.  I try hard not to drown in despair.

I’m not mere wood and leaves but a memory and a sign of hope. I entreat you not to focus on what has been lost but on what can be saved. Plant seeds and watch them grow. Every seed planted is a promise and a step towards healing and resilience."

"You take care of me, and I will of you." 

This post is part of the Blogchatter Half -Marathon 2025

Image credit: Personal pics and AI