It had been standing in our courtyard ever since I could remember. The fragrance of its soft white flowers is still fresh in my memory. The carpet of white flowers in the driveway during spring always made me feel like a princess while walking on them. We both had matured together over the years. The years of familiarity had almost made it invisible.
But often it takes a tear in our fabric of life to realize the presence of fibers and the importance of each one of them.
Today it died. Or to be more specific, was brutally murdered. With every fall of the axe, a silent tear fell, mourning the death of a relation. The tenacious stump held on……long after the leaves and the branches were gone. Wounded and tired, its roots fighting to cling on to the ground, silently pleading to be left alone, to spend its remaining days in peace….
But what is a defenceless tree to do when faced with the collective and senseless wrath of the most dangerous species in the world?
Nothing, except feeling deeply betrayed. What do you do when the very hands that nurtured you conspire to kill you?
Amidst deep sighs from within….and collective cheers around me…the tree took its last shaky breath before it fell in an undignified heap on the ground…so much for the sanctity of life…how arrogant of us humans to believe pompously about the importance of ourselves and disregard anything that appears as a blemish to our perfect human-centric view of the world…
Now what remains is just a deep hole where the tree once stood.
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