This is just a short story i wrote for Earth Day. It's a
bit morbid but some people told me it was pretty good so here it is sweatdrop
The oak tree’s leaves gently shook in the breeze and the warm sunlight glanced off of them sending beautiful spots of green light onto the forest floor. The oak tree felt a deep hopelessness but at the same time she was very grateful for all of these beauties of life. She sensed the sad whispers of the trees around her and knew that they also sensed that the end was coming. She could not reassure them though. The vibrations of chainsaws drowned out all else and filled the air with the feeling of death. The flowers sobbed faintly from the grass and they trembled with worry for the trees around them. The poor little things were just as delicate as they looked. Oddly the oak tree was not sad. Her fate was too near for sadness. She would stand tall and proud until the chainsaws forced her down. She knew no sense of time or age but she knew that she had lived a very good long life. Unfortunately, some of the trees around her had not. This, more than anything else, saddened her and she found that she only had one wish as the footsteps drew ever closer. She wished that people could hear the screams of the trees, as she could, as the chainsaws tore into their bark. Maybe then they would stop their life taking destruction. Maybe one day they might.
~ Midnight Moon ~
~ for pagans, wiccans and witches ~
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