Two trees were cut down in my yard today. Branches and sawdust are strewn across the lawn, it is all a blur of wilting leaves and barren ground. A bark and branch graveyard.
I can see a disoriented tree spirit haunting the site, her long translucent hair and her sorrowful expression. She is shedding silent tears like the tree's mournful widow. She is weeping for her lost love and her only home. Only a glimmer, like a ribbon in the wind. She thought her tree was so strong and old and wise. But Man came with his sharp blade and made her tree crumble and fall.
How graceful she is and how sad. Standing like a defeated warrior, she is not alone. I can see hundreds of them now, how could I have missed them before? The fallen, wandering spirits of the trees.
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