Day 3 - the sad sounds of trees

Today I woke to the sounds of chainsaws. Of dying groans and cracking bones of the old forest across the way. It’s a heartbreaking sound that I will never get used to. It seems especially tragic in this scenically beautiful area of rolling green hills and majestic forests. Almost all the way along the road I live on now, I’m awed by the natural beauty. Sadly there are large tracts of cleared forest that resemble an environmental wasteland, where not one living thing stands upright and bulldozers have scraped the remains of the trees into piles to make way for the next generation of cloned seedlings to be developed.

I’m not sure that everyone feels it the same way I do, where I feel the pain and grief of the loss of these magnificent beings. It seems that timber is purely a commodity and these living, breathing floral giants have to make way for our needs, without thought to what a blessing they are to our lives and our world and all the creatures who inhabit here.