Claws Of Death [ Completed ]

Think

The sky was cloudy and on the brim of crying her heart out. And on the ground, a mix of sounds was heard, my leaves striking each other while the strong dusty wind passed through them and the bewildered noises of the birds who took shelter in me and above all there was one sound which was prominent, the sound of the axe piercing into my body. In front of me, my friends lay dead, their barks curled with wrinkles and leaves which has turned to a greenish brown colour. The sound of the birds became stronger I can understand their language, she was afraid, she did not know where to go with her four little ones who were only a day old.

This place was a forest a day ago. A place filled with the sweet tittering voice of my bird friends and joyous sounds of our leaves high fiving each other. The wind was always depressed, he always ran to us with dirt and foul smell all over him and we cheered him up and gave him the fragrance of our flowers and then he continued his journey, for he was the only one who has seen the world. I never asked him why he was depressed or why he smelled terrible. He never told us about the rest of the world but I knew it as the axe pierced right into my body for the second time. Thunder flashed with a roar, the wind became stronger but neither of them stopped the humans.

I wonder if the men knew what they were doing. I wonder if he knew that he was alive because of us. We are the one who gave his kind the first breath and also received the last ones. I wonder as the axe pierced through me the third time. Now at that point I really wished that humans knew our language, maybe then they won't be doing this. They say they have the most modern brain and yet they don't know that they are digging their own grave?

The nest slipped from my grip so did the four little birdies. The axe man's companion placed them in a cardboard box and took them away. The thunder struck again as if replicating the bird mother's feelings, she flew away forgetting to tell me goodbye. The axe hit me again, this time hard, they are halfway there and I'm halfway on getting a new life and I hope that it will not be as a human being. A kind that forgets where they came from and destroy whatever that's not theirs. The ones who cut the branches they are sitting on. What right do the humans think they have, to do this to us? Sometimes being the brave one is a bad thing. I felt thirsty as I stand alone under the sun that peeked through the clouds.

I will be soon joining my friends and family who lay dead in front of me. I will be the dead log the humans use to get warmth. I hope that one day they will realize how many lives they took away and how many curses they have to break. And above all, I hope they realize how death is slowly taking a grip on them like for me. The sooner the better. The axe hit me the fourth time. I knew that I didn't want them to touch me with that axe again, the one that dripped my blood, I wish they knew my language. I wish they knew. I wish I could tell them that the bird mother loved her little ones and that they were only a day old. I wish I could.

I was losing my balance. I knew it, I was ready. I swayed back and forth and fell back to the arms of wind who slowed the impact of my collapse. He slowly placed me down on the lap of Mother Earth. It was over. I gave them shade, air, and life. That was my purpose and it was over. I lay there as claws of death gripped me tight.

For a moment I saw the whole world filled with destruction and anger. Humans killing our friends. Now I know why Wind never told me about the world. It was possessed with the greed for dominating everything. Just take a second and think.

Rain poured its way down soaking me in her tears as I drifted off.

You owe me a goodbye.

The End

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