I Love Trees

 
I freely admit that I'm a tree hugger. In fact, when I was younger, I had a pet tree named Bambi. I used to read to him, nap on his branches, and other such pleasantries. We were best friends. Ever since then, I've always loved trees. With that love, I realized something...and it disturbs me.

We don't appreciate trees as much as they deserve to be appreciated. They purify where we taint. Their branches reach to the sky as if they're clamoring for some kind of reprieve from their fate, while their brethren are cut down for our own purposes. 1

Their roots reach into the artificial concrete wall and slowly, patiently, break it apart.2

Face it.
Nature will outlive man.
And that's the way it should be.

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