Unlike humans, trees lack conscience, which makes them 'lovable' to some extent. But the question that comes to my mind is... would they have 'nurtured' us if they were like us?
As I stand asking myself this question, another tree was cut down. The construction materials were just a few metres away from this cutting site.
A trickle of sweat flowed down my forehead, dropping on my shoulders. Alas! If the sun had been as shy as the moon, maybe it would have glared less. Then again, it's too angry.
"You are awfully quiet."
"I try to be," I replied. Mr. White stilled for a moment before nodding. He put down the map, and looked around put it back on the table. He asked, "What do you think?"
"Too hot. I really can't stand heat now-a-days. Do you have something cold to drink? Or, eat? If not, I can buy. Maybe I will buy for you as well."
