Year 2250

im looking for a tree.
i like their shape. strong, firm, natural.
gifted to be the life-giver.
they're among the first who lives this planet.
whom gives fresh air for us, to breath to feel alive everyday.
and they give it with sincerity.
they do their job quite good for the last million years.
until we came.
we cut them down. we burn them.
we who never thanks them enough, we kill them.
who are we who dare to do such a thing ?
it said we are to be the most perfect creature ever made by God.
such an ironic.
we are being the bad blood to this planet.
we are the cigarettes to the mother nature.
we are the hypocryte who saying its just natural this "changes" is happening.
we are naively waiting for the messiah to clean up the mess we made.
im looking for a tree, still looking and yet founding.

R.I.P.