The First Page Of Tree

A tree, once an ordinary plant, emerged from the sheet of soil to show the remarkable scene of beauty. A tree is the only host of the people who are a bunch of nerves and also of Lucifer and fiends who are always foaming at mouth.

Who knew that a small dependent plant will one day rise and shine? Who knew that an odourless plant will one day make an aroma prevail in the atmosphere of great aura? Who knew that the blaze of a tiny plant will one day illuminate the dark abyss of this inhospitable world of vagueness? No one ever thought about this for a single moment. For us, little an tiny things have no significance at all. We are cracking the whip against them. I have gotten into a state and cannot sleep a wink by thinking that these poor trees cannot turn tail from being felled and are like a lamb to the slaughter. We are felling these trees for our benefit, but actually, this apparent benefit is going to prove very harmful for us. We are rushing our fences! This thing has rattled my cage that we are being ruthless towards them. We have to change our tune and chalk it up to experience not to harm these poor ones. We don’t know that only little and tiny things are sine qua non for a big helper.

We are now continuously trying to save trees but it is like locking the stable door after the horse has bolted. Everything seems to be going great guns in this world of technology, but no one knows that we are stepping in a lonely land which has no miracles of nature. We are the villains of the piece! And now we are saving these trees. Surprising –– wonders will never cease!