To me, each tree, like a human being, has a tale to tell. When a tree dies, a whole story is interrupted, and destiny is altered for the worse. I feel as if the trees, bundled at the back of trucks, are cursing us with their broken hands, wounded faces, and severed roots. Perhaps this is how we are led towards damnation, Little by little stripped of our humanity when man’s abounding foliage moistened with the dew’ is reduced to ash and smoke.
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