I thought I'd share a couple of my seasonal efforts.
Peace on Earth, good will to all trees
The big fir stood tall, watching over his siblings; mere
saplings really. Heaven.
Then the men with chainsaws arrived; cutting a swathe though
the forest. Soon it was his turn. The harsh metal teeth ripped into his bark.
They tore through his trunk. He fell; felled. He screamed silently for his
mother; Mother Nature.
He was tossed unceremoniously onto a truck with other fallen
comrades.
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Then he was standing again, but the sky was gone. No wind. No
friends. His roots amputated. Glittery foreign objects weighed heavy on his
branches. This was hell on earth.
“Please let me die.”
Not just for Christmas
He dropped the puppy and a big stone into the sack.
“You said you’d look after him. I’m off to the canal.”
Sarah wailed and pleaded, but he was gone.
He parked just around the corner and opened the bag.
“Sorry pup, but she has to learn.”
The puppy bit him and escaped.
No-one believed his story. He was jailed for animal cruelty
once the Tetanus had healed. Sarah never forgave him. At fifteen she left home,
got herself pregnant and developed a chronic alcohol problem.
And I got a badge for my efforts!