Death and Relations Can be Painful

The Forest is Crying

My favorite word of all times is WOW! You just hit a WOW on my environmental radar! I feel your pain. I don't think I can imagine the agony of watching the bulldozers, saws, and other large equipment invade my space and my solitude.

Somewhere we must say enough is enough. When will we have enough Wal Marts, CVS' Walgreens, and look alike house where we plant trees from everywhere, but the native species that were there before we invaded. WHERE oh where will the rabbits, deer, chipmunks, and other native wild life go? How do we take something so beautiful and turn it into a concrete jungle?

Feeling your pain.

I hear a tree crying in the forest -- all of my other trees are gone
Listen up, can you hear a deer walking carefully through the forest -- she can't find her baby
Wait, don't knock that clump of trees down -- that's my home and my babies are there
Hold that ax, if you don't mind, the woodpecker just built it home in that tree
Stop scooping up all of those leaves and that straw, the earth is regenerating and I am a part of it
Look at me, you need me more for your survival than a part of your next building or furniture

Help me. Save me. I am the forest, I am your future.