My Fair-weather Friends
We trees are pretty awesome. Don't you think so? Just look at me!
How blessed I am to have these orange beauties all over me. My roots are constantly being tickled by this lively little stream of water.
The first golden rays of sunshine each day embrace me like a mother, giving me new hopes for a new beginning. I am home to a number of birds and I give shade to any man or animal that comes to me. Waking up every day to the chirping of birds and squirrels is simply divine. As I feel blessed each moment to help others, there are a few lessons that I let out to the world.
There comes a time when I feel challenged. Just like you, I also encounter bad phases in life. I hope you know that these orange beauties are not with me forever. This is the time of the year they leave me all alone to experience the warmth of the earth. I get enraged with envy when my lovely ladies embrace the earth, leaving me heartbroken. It is painful! I want to tell them not to leave me but I cannot. I know I do not look good without them but that is just a bad phase and it is temporary. Sometimes I feel that I am being selfish. They do have the right to live the way they want. After all, they are my fair-weather friends; they come to me only with a purpose.
Do you know what actually scandalises me? The sharp axe resting in the middle of the stream! I do not know when it will attack me, chopping each and every part of my body. Aargh!! It hurts! I have seen many of my friends being killed with the same weapon. I cannot run anywhere for help. I can't even cry in pain. Nobody comes to my rescue. But why do I need to endure this? All I do is protect the surroundings and other living beings. Whom do I ask? Who is my protector? Even the birds and animals that rely on me for shelter run away at the time of crisis. I wish I were a bird. I wish I were a cheetah. I wish...I could just escape the hands of these predators once and for all as it is better than facing the wrath of their anger.
Perhaps I am born to die this way, for no reason.
But I beg each one of you to tell me why this is happening to me.
I am not sure if I would be able to see another dawn.
I will miss the golden rays of sunshine and the morning buzz of the chirpy birdies. I will miss the warmth of the orange beauties.
I do not want these friends of mine to be homeless.
This anxiety is killing me, inch by inch.
My body is becoming weaker and weaker, my leaves are bidding goodbye, my roots are losing their power, this dryness is maddening.
The countdown begins...