TRIBUTE TO TREES

I have been working in the office for nearly a year and whenever i go for a smoke, i see those trees. The wild trees that grow and wither. Perhaps no one even notice or care, but they carry my thoughts. They listen to my thoughts. I din know they are chopping off those defenseless trees just for the sake of building the bloody circle line. For peoples' sake, for the convenience of our human race. We are indeed moving, upgrading and enhancing our lives with better things. We destroy the things that obstruct our way, to get our better-living lifestyle. Have we forgotten why are we here? To make this place a better place to live in? Arent we good now? Why are we always not satisfied? Why dun they ask the owner who planted the trees there, who owned the world when humans stepped onto this ground, ask him can we do watever we humans are doing now? Arent trees living things? Although they dun bleed, they dun feel but i do.