Autobiography of a forest

He's dead. The silence in me, that once signified peace is now a cause of sorrow, There is no chirping of the birds near his cottage even though it is morning time, there are no seeds for them today. From the window one can see the dog often licking and pushing his master of the bed .His eyes full of expectations for that loving pat on his head that might never come again.

The cottage has no address the man no name none that i ever knew. Besides names are given to men there are so many of them. I hated men they were destroyer at least of me and my world. They created their own new world but on the ashes of things like me things that have been silent spectator of history silently bearing everything thrown at us. But how these devils bore a saint i never know. He was not just a part of me he was my savior.

A few year ago mankind found something deep below me, it was black and solid like their heart, and they came here with their machines, those little  monsters. All mankind appears to do is create more monsters like itself. I don't call them monsters because there creations are ugly or dirty but because their creations are mindless and cold-hearted destroyer. Everything ever created in me everything has a heart and a mind of its own. Some of them maybe savage but at-least they are not greedy atleast they are not entirely coldblooded at-least they are not destroyer and all that stood between them was one of their own kind. He was there with something that made them all turn away they backed up for a few days something about a court hearing but soon the court of man was also too small to know the difference between right and wrong. The angel  knowing that they would come again soon, organised a large number of humans to oppose and they opposed by hugging what makes me, me,the trees. They stood their hugging to me until they fell down unconsious and days after days they tried to move them but more and more came. I don't know why it could not be their love for me i was never worth anything to the humans but maybe the angel was. maybe they knew what he really was that why they were their for him. The machines that so easily cut throgh the toughened trunks of my trees found themselves unable to cut through the soft flesh of the humans. Wherever they would try to cut a tree a human being would cling to the tree. This went on for a week then they attacked their own kind with sticks and rods of metals. The supporters fell one by one but he didn't give up he was there holding onto the trees. They came for him and they didn't stop even after getting him away from me. He lay in the in the pool of blood but they won't stop hitting him.. Finally some of his supporters came to help and take him away. I didn't see him again for months and neither the machines nor those men who were ready to cut me down. Even the animals were scared when they saw the reamins of the attoricites committed by humans on their own people over my soil. A few months later he did show up with a small truck a little food and a small dog. He would often tell the story of his life to the dog and I didn't mind sneaking up on this private conversation between him and his dog.
          The story as i remember goes like this. He was a small man not from a family of means but he always admired the jungle and its beauty he would often come to trek in my steep slopes and live under the night sky and beneath the trees that grew in me. He became a engineer,i nver knew what that meant, and got a good post in sumthing. One day he found large reserves of coal beneath me and when he informed his company they immediately sought to make mines and clear me out of the picture. He tried real hard to stop them but was thrown out. he then sought help from the court but they also turned him down finally he asked help from people he would trek with. People who visited the forest and people he knew or loved anyone who cared about the forest. "And they all came all for this lovely forest" when he would say these words and point towards me I found it hard to believe that any human would come to save me. I always thought they were merciless and greedy but somehow it felt good to be wrong about them. He would then come here in between of his work where he tried to save more like me. He often said that i gave him warmth comfort as a kid, a change as an adult and a reason and strength to do what he was doing, now.  he came to me for inspiration support and a peaceful time.
                Now he is gone and i am still here. What he fought for is still here but the one who fought is no more. I grieve for him he was a light not just for me but maybe for mankind too. And as the night falls and the world goes into the darkness again i just hope this darkness does not live forever and no matter how little some part of his light still remains for people to see.