I couldn’t believe it. They were tearing it
down mercilessly. I had to look away as though I had seen a brutal car
accident. The neighbour’s tree is now a pile of logs.
I’ve always felt a bit sick whenever I see
a massive, old tree being chopped down. Inside my head I’m screaming, ‘But it
took so long to grow. Don’t worry about the roots buckling up your footpath.
Now you won’t have any shade. It was so beautiful. Won’t you miss it? Stop, you
tree killer..!’
Another part of me knows that they had
their reasons. Maybe the tree was diseased and dying, dropping heavy and
dangerous limbs too close to the house at random moments? Maybe it was an
environmental weed and its presence meant that native flora was struggling to
find its place? Who knows?
Goodbye tree. Thanks for all of the oxygen,
shade, beauty, wind protection and for being a lovely home for birds and
insects. Now I have another good reason to plant more trees.
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