What a gorgeous day it was!
The majestic sun shone in all its glory
Within its folds bliss wrapped the earth
Merrily the leaves sang as the branches did
A swaying dance to the melodious gentle breeze
The birds chirped harmoniously
The animals frisked around the tree
Sheltered under its foliage
A perfect day it was!
But, suddenly a screech
Tore through the merrymaking
The frightened birds and animals took off
The exhilarating music was now a raucous of fear
What happened? What was that horrifying sound?
Shaken up to the core they asked one another
The trees stood still, anxious to know
What it was that scared them to death
They knew not, death was glaring at them
Silently they waited till one of them heard
A loud and clear agonized shrill
Chilled and numbed they stood-
A thudding, chopping sound they heard
A lumberjack was at his play
The tree pleaded with him to spare but
On deaf ears it fell!
The bleeding tree moaned and groaned in deep pain
While the panicked forest helplessly watched appalled at
The indescribable ruthlessness of the Humans
In sheer fear they mumbled to each other
‘How very heartless Man is!
Soon it’s going to be our fate too,
Let’s teach him a lesson’
Saying so they swooped and jumped at his neck
‘The charge of the light brigade,’* it was
Taken unawares the hysterical lumberjack
Within seconds disappeared
Never to be seen again!
The twigs and branches were then collected
A funeral was performed consoling
The tree bereft of some its arms?
Tearfully it uttered-
‘I’ve never harmed any being least of all a Human
In fact I’ve always helped them in more than one way
Then why do they want to murder me in my prime!’
Very boldly and loudly all then shouted in unison
‘We, the forest dwellers and our kith and kin everywhere
Deserve more respect and honor than is meted out to us, you Demons!’
*The Charge of the Light Brigade is a poem by Alfred, Lord Tennyson.
~Anuradha. S. Bannore