Many years ago, mom, dad, sister and we - Tree, lived in the forest, and then, one day, early in the morning, a group of loggers broke into our forest, with the intention of cutting it down. When they left, in the once lush and dense forest, we were the only ones left - Tree, and a few more of our friends - we were too small and thin to be cut down.
From the place where we grow, every day in the morning, after the sun rises, and in the evening, before it sets, we pray for the broken lives of our mother, father and sister, who grew up right next to us.
We speak this confession to everyone who wants to and can hear it, whose number is not large. There are few of you who understand that we - trees, are also alive, like you, but in a different, static and for us, specific way. When you understand this, you will stop destroying us, and you will fill the cuted forests with tree seedlings of various species. When that will happen, we cannot tell you, because it depends solely on you, who are reading this confession.
Tree
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