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 winte...

  Once upon a time There was a tree Deeply rooted in the earth Its branches spreading wide Thriving in the sunlight. It provided shade and shelter to man and beast Home to chirping birds and scampering squirrels Its green leaves gently danced in the breeze.    Then s horn of its beauty and grace It longed to be upright again And feel the freshness of the rain.   No birds, no nests, No little children Climbing up in zest.    Beloved tree! You were in pain Felled were you for trade and gain.   This post is part of the blogchatterbloghop link.