Diary of A Lonely Tree : If Only I Could Talk

Do you want to know a story? Read the life story of a tree and play games at the end of it.


                                                      

The thunder struck again. The strong wind blew, trying to push me down.  My

branches swayed a bit, with some of my bright-green, oblong leaves followed the wind.  But it would never happen anytime soon. I still stood majestically .I was jubilant that the rain was about to pour down. It had been so warm lately. But another problem would come in. Eventually, the rain washes down the soil surface and let the erosion took place. Must be because the soil had been exposed too much to the sun’s heat. The nutrients were probably gone too. I was not scared of the friendly nature. But, the other creatures were not kind to me.

Perhaps they believed that I am strong, demanding no protection from them.  Yes, I was indeed strong yet fragile. Deep inside my fragile heart, there was also wrath. I wished I could erupt in anger. Destroying everything just like what they had done to my friends. I wished I could run away, but my feet are deep rooted into the soil. Those who destroyed us were blind.  Those human who were blinded with pride, money and greed. Some of my friends in another neighbourhood are were in a hellish fame. The kingdom next to where I lived was all engulfed by the fire. I could see that the haze from the forest fire had formed a blanket, covering that area.   Soon, it was going to be my turn. The decreasing number of my friends alive saddened me the most. No one had ever come back to apologise. Let alone replant the trees. To replace those who were gone.

Gone were the days when the butterflies freely rested on our branches. There was once a teenage boy happily climbed my bulky body. His friends shouted at him, wanting to join him up there. They were full of innocence. Such a pristine and pure soul. They were a group of energetic boys who got lost while accompanying the adults that went hunting.  Soon, they managed to find their way out. Gone were the days when I could see all the birds flying high in the clear sky. Sometimes they stopped and happily chirped on my branches. The squirrel families were gathering nuts in the hole of my brown trunk. They finally left me. Leaving me alone. Yes, still I was surrounded by other trees. But they were too upset and sad. Too even care to talk to me. Their leaves turned to yellowish. They looked strong, but they were hurting inside.

          I wished they could hear our cries. I wished I could talk. I wanted to tell them how much I was hurting. They hurt me deeply. I was terrified and petrified. I heard that they will soon step their feet on my kingdom. That indicated that my future would be dark. There was no hope. Perhaps they would mercilessly cut me down. And other my innocent friends. How could they do this to us? We were even here first long before they were born. Even when there was no hope, I would still patiently wait for a kind soul to care about us. Even only one. That beautiful soul is what we needs.

• Based on the tree's story, what are the effects of deforestation?

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