Dear diary
Today was the worst day of my life. I saw the brutal side of the human beings.
Today in the morning when I was enjoying the fresh air and warm sunrise I felt something strange. Few men were standing near my trunk and talking about the amount of wood I could provide them with. I was scared, and the things happened just as I had thought. After a few minutes they came with an axe and started wounding me.
They began with cutting my branches. As my branches were shedding off I was slowly realising the reality of mean human being, they can do anything for their needs. When the men were tired they relished on my fruits and when the sun came up they sat under the shade of near by trees. But still they were not to understand or realise our importance. It is an irony that they teach their children to not harm nature but cannot live without furnitures. Maybe they need wood more than oxygen. After relaxing they got back to their work. This time they roped me up and slowly pushed me out of the earth. And then the big old tree fell. My hope of growing again diminished. Slowly in the scorching sun as my leftovers withered away so did the life in me.
© Aparna