Two Trees Were Felled
He looks from his mountain one late summer morning, looking about the land. In the forested northeast corner near a soft smooth canal, he gazes, heartbroken. It sorrows his heart for in a few hours two trees will be felled.
Trees so tall they tower over the land, icons in a world wrapped with green Life flowing through every leaf and drip of sap as the bees busily tend to their work. A tear falls from his eyes for in a few hours two trees will be felled.
The whole wood goes upon its affairs unaware of the tragedy soon to strike. Their monotonous hum rings in the ears of the watcher as he silently waits. For he knows that in a few hours two trees will be felled.
Malicious men wait in the fringes plotting the demise of the wood. Men waiting for the moment when they will strike a blow and destroy themselves. For it is certain that in a few hours two trees will be felled.
He is filled with sorrow as they plan the slaughter of the life in the two trees. He knows their devices yet he pities their souls for they themselves will be destroyed When, in a few hours two trees will be felled.
The devastation of their acts will cause the forest to awaken out of its slumber. He knows that retribution will flow against the men and that the forest will rise For in a few hours two trees will be felled.
He knows that these acts will give the wood the courage to stand against these men. He knows that there are those in the forest who are ready to give of themselves. Because in a few hours two trees will be felled.
He knows that the forest will return to him and believe in him again. But he knows after a while, some will once again return to their complacency. As in a few hours two trees will be felled.
He knows before it is all going to happen and what will eventually come of it. He knows the pain it will bring to many who will desire for life instead of death. In a few hours two trees will be felled.
Why, if he knows, does he wait and not prevent the anguish it will cause? How can he sit on the mountain and watch patiently as the calamity of man continues? For in a few hours two trees will be felled.
No one can say why he waits, ponders, and allows the actions of men below. We may never know until we are up on that great mountain with him. Long after the terrible hour that two trees were felled.
Malicious men wait in the fringes plotting the demise of the wood. Men waiting for the moment when they will strike a blow and destroy themselves. For it is certain that in a few hours two trees will be felled.
He is filled with sorrow as they plan the slaughter of the life in the two trees. He knows their devices yet he pities their souls for they themselves will be destroyed When, in a few hours two trees will be felled.
The devastation of their acts will cause the forest to awaken out of its slumber. He knows that retribution will flow against the men and that the forest will rise For in a few hours two trees will be felled.
He knows that these acts will give the wood the courage to stand against these men. He knows that there are those in the forest who are ready to give of themselves. Because in a few hours two trees will be felled.
He knows that the forest will return to him and believe in him again. But he knows after a while, some will once again return to their complacency. As in a few hours two trees will be felled.
He knows before it is all going to happen and what will eventually come of it. He knows the pain it will bring to many who will desire for life instead of death. In a few hours two trees will be felled.
Why, if he knows, does he wait and not prevent the anguish it will cause? How can he sit on the mountain and watch patiently as the calamity of man continues? For in a few hours two trees will be felled.
No one can say why he waits, ponders, and allows the actions of men below. We may never know until we are up on that great mountain with him. Long after the terrible hour that two trees were felled.
