As a tree, it is difficult for me to comprehend your mayfly existence and fleeting issues. I was here before you were born, I will remain long after you are gone. As you barely notice the concerns of a fly buzzing past you, we trees - slow, ancient and wise - see you mammals flitting about, rising and falling, being born and dying. You live and die barely more slowly than the constant and rapid rush of the seasons flickering past.
You say you want more sunlight; surely you can scamper to any open field to enjoy it while your fleeting existence lasts, but I have work to do, for my species, for the earth itself, for all of you crawling, creeping, momentary creatures.
We trees make the air you breath, the fruits you eat, and the soil you walk on. Though you live for but the flap of a bird's wing, that short span is graced by the work of my kind. We were here first, long before your ape kind, we will still sway when another beast replaces you soon in time.
I would instead ask you to remove these temporary dwellings you build; they impede the expansion of the forest I am attempting to bring into being. The world has gone terribly wrong and we trees are working hard to repair it. To that end we need more room for more forests, and your above-ground caves made from my dead brothers and sisters are dooming us both.
If you feel you do not have enough light, perhaps you should move your wooden cave? You could do this in but a moment, a flash, like lightning, barely noticed. In less time than the sun takes to strobe rapidly across the sky each brief year.
I must remain where I am, for that is my nature. And I must do my work, which is greater than your impertinent and temporary complaint.
Be a good animal and migrate if you must, but always revere and honor we trees that grant you land and your very lives.
Zarniwoopdescoop on December 15th, 2022 at 21:17 UTC »
This is a healthy approach to the issue. Really getting to the root of the problem.
Just-urgh-name on December 15th, 2022 at 21:21 UTC »
That’s brutal, using the macerated and dried remains of one of the tree’s predecessors to deliver the message.
Petal_Chatoyance on December 16th, 2022 at 00:14 UTC »
Dear Human:
As a tree, it is difficult for me to comprehend your mayfly existence and fleeting issues. I was here before you were born, I will remain long after you are gone. As you barely notice the concerns of a fly buzzing past you, we trees - slow, ancient and wise - see you mammals flitting about, rising and falling, being born and dying. You live and die barely more slowly than the constant and rapid rush of the seasons flickering past.
You say you want more sunlight; surely you can scamper to any open field to enjoy it while your fleeting existence lasts, but I have work to do, for my species, for the earth itself, for all of you crawling, creeping, momentary creatures.
We trees make the air you breath, the fruits you eat, and the soil you walk on. Though you live for but the flap of a bird's wing, that short span is graced by the work of my kind. We were here first, long before your ape kind, we will still sway when another beast replaces you soon in time.
I would instead ask you to remove these temporary dwellings you build; they impede the expansion of the forest I am attempting to bring into being. The world has gone terribly wrong and we trees are working hard to repair it. To that end we need more room for more forests, and your above-ground caves made from my dead brothers and sisters are dooming us both.
If you feel you do not have enough light, perhaps you should move your wooden cave? You could do this in but a moment, a flash, like lightning, barely noticed. In less time than the sun takes to strobe rapidly across the sky each brief year.
I must remain where I am, for that is my nature. And I must do my work, which is greater than your impertinent and temporary complaint.
Be a good animal and migrate if you must, but always revere and honor we trees that grant you land and your very lives.
- Tree