Apology to a Tree

I’m sorry oh poor tree, for being what you are

Call it Providence, or call him/her God

I feel that they gave you the short end of the cliché stick

You have no senses, cannot move, and cannot think

You just stand there all day, moving only to involuntary response from wind or snow

Depending on what species you are, you may grow and shed leaves and/or bark

Other than that, the only thing you do and stand and consume rain

You just stand there, getting taller and taller

One day you will die, either from natural causes or being chopped down

If you live long enough you may be vandalized, and be burdened with ecowarriors sitting in your limbs

Forgive them, appreciate them, they do it to protect you

What a sad, boring, miserable existence

You poor wooden giant!

deku tree

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