Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Why Trees Whisper

Why Trees Whisper

Estonian Legend
Retold by Anne Pellowski

In the early days of earth, not long after the trees were created and humans were forced to leave Paradise to work, a man went out to the forest to cut wood. The first tree he came to was a pine tree. But as soon as the man lifted the axe he heard a voice cry out.

"Don't strike me. Can't you see the sticky tears that are already coming out of my body? If you hit me it will bring you bad luck."

The man did not indeed see the sticky sap coming from the several cuts in the tree trunk, so he moved on farther into the forest. He came to a spruce tree and again raised his axe. But the spruce tree protested.

"Don't cut me down. You will find me of little use for my wood is twisted and knotty."

Unhappily, the man went on until he came to an alder tree. Once more he raised his axe to strike but the alder shrieked at him.

"Be careful that you don't wound me. Whenever I am cut, blood runs from my heart. It will stain my wood and your axe blood red."

The man went no farther but called out to God.

"How am I to get wood to make fire and to build shelter? Every tree I meet cries out and pleads that I not cut it down."

God took pity on the man and said: "Return to the forest. I will see that hence forth no tree will talk back or contradict you."

The man did as he was told and this time no tree spoke to him. None protested as he cut down to make shelter and to make a fire.

The trees were not happy about this. They dared not complain aloud to God. Instead, they began to whisper softly, each time a person entered their domain in the forests. If you approach a group of trees anywhere, you can still hear them softly whispering to each other. They are gently complaining about their poor treatment at the hands of humans.

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I picked this poem today due too what I found outside of my window upstairs neighbors apparently had orders by my landlord to take down three trees and/or bushes from the front yard. And I totally do not understand why accept for maybe for one tree. Now, when I look out my window all I see is one tree/greenry left on now our dirt hill. :( And all I thought was why would they cut down perfect trees that did no wrong and added some green to our place and even a home to many birds who do come on by on my busy city street. It broke my heart to see some of those birds later on pirching on my porch rail and my roof top chripping away confused and/or wondering what happened to their home(s).

I believed The Trees were whispering to my neighbors as they were chopping them down.


Lissa Lane said...

I feel so sad for your trees. Rest in peace beautiful trees