When the Trees Walked
photo source: flickr.com “Please, come back. We will take good care of you. We always have..,” I am pleading to the sprawling Mahogany tree that had walked away from our plot. Now, it is standing about 5 kilometres from our place. Wait; did I forget to tell you I live on a planet where trees walk? Yes, that is true. The Mahogany tree is not listening to me. He just stands there waving his branches in defiance. It is quite understandable that he is angry. One of his strong branches was cut off and taken away by a thief in the night and now he thinks we did not take good care of him. “You are not supposed to be illogical like us, humans,” I try to reason with him, “we had this fence built around our farm more to protect you people than us.” I think he understands. His leaves, which were perking up till then, drooped a little. Of course, you might have understood by now that they do not speak. Yet I am sure they can understand our language. They just seem hard...