Ancient Trees

A sole tree’s wisdom spans over several human generations,

Their roots unfurl, deep, deep underground,

Like the many paths of a maze.

High above our heads, their canopies ascend up, up, to light which glanced through the clouds.

Trees seem so subtle, so insignificant,

But on every branch, every leaf, life thrives.

As the sun rises above the faraway horizon,

The trees do not realise it will be their last.

Suddenly, axes slice, and the trees’ hearts shatter as they slowly see their

Sisters and brothers,

Fathers and mothers,

Slaughtered without even a single thought.

In the past this forest buzzed with knowledge, growth, and life.

But now, it is no longer a forest, it is empty, barren, and lifeless.

But, as the sun continued to rise above the horizon,

A small, fragile plant began to sprout, and reached their small tendrils up to the sunlight as their ancestors had done before them.

And where the ancient trees used to wander,

A new generation began to grow.