Trees have appeared in these pages before but today, in this QuotaBill post, one brings us a story, and perhaps, a lesson.

For several days the tree had been watching the men in gray digging into the earth, and piling rocks one on top of another. She had seen them roll cannon into place behind the rocks, and knew, as did the other forest inhabitants, what was to take place.

The tree had seen it many times, and come to recognize it as the curse humankind had brought to their world. As with the animals, the faces changed with each generation, but the species remained much the same, and always there was death… death for the humans… death for those of nature —–>>>