Forestry

[Veiva]

Forestry

 

 

 

A light wind blew through an old forest. Trees stood everywhere, towing above the ground and watching the pearl white moon and the twinkling stars. Shrubby plants lay underneath the trees, bearing a rainbow of berries and other fruit in their branches. Old leaves were tossed from their resting place and blown throughout the forest.

 

 

 

A small sapling grew, the child of one of the forestÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s eldest trees. It was filled with wonder at the world around it, amazed at its beauty and splendor. The sapling was hugged by the windÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s gentle hands, a hug to greet the sapling into its new world, ever changing.

 

 

 

A strange reptilian creature covered in feathers walked by, followed by three featherless children. The smallest of the children walked to the sapling and sniffed it, then ran off with his other siblings. Peacefully they left the sapling and trees alone, off to continue their lives elsewhere.

 

 

 

The sapling soon became a small tree, crowned with healthy, green leaves and dark brown bark. The shrubs had to look up to the small tree, amazed at how healthy it was and how fast it grew. Visitors to the forest never ate the small treeÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s leaves, always going for other trees.

 

 

 

As the centuries passed, the tree grew wise and tall. It grew taller than its parent, towering above all the trees of the forest. The tree loved to watch the stars and the moon, as they traveled across the sky. Plotting their paths over the years, it could always tell when the stars would appear and when they would vanish and the moonÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s cycles. It became the wisest of the trees, the keeper of a vast amount of knowledge leaned from the earth, wind, and sky.

 

 

 

Yet, one night, the wise tree was worried about a bright object in the sky that it had never seen. A fell wind blew through the forest, filling the forest with a grip of dismay and worry. The object danced with the Earth and followed the moon. It grew closer to the planet every night, becoming larger in the sky.

 

 

 

It came down to Earth several days after it first appeared, wreathed in flame. A terrible fear hammered at the minds of the trees, the strange object being the smith of the fear. The figure vanished over the horizon, and fear left the minds of the trees for a short time.

 

 

 

Then there came a quake and a noise which could wake the eldest rocks located in the deepest caves of the Earth. The roots of the trees were filled with a terrible pain. The sky darkened rapidly, and soon after came fire; a fire which fell upon the Earth, killing and devouring trees.

 

 

 

The wise tree was filled with total dismay. Its friends fell to the hungry flames and the devouring smoke choked him. Then it saw its parent fall to a fell rock which crashed into it. The old tree toppled, and then flames jumped from nearby trees, hungry for more wood and hungry for more destruction.

 

 

 

The wise tree cried as its world was destroyed around it in one swift, fell night. Smoke covered the sky, blocking sunlight for him to bathe in. It slowly choked and cried, but it did not let go of the little life it had. It held it ever closely, fighting to live, fighting to survive the strange objectÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s hammer and furnace.

 

 

 

So the many years passed as the tree was left in darkness. The wind carried the cries of many beasts as they starved and died. Around the wise tree a graveyard of all its friends laid, only ashes slowly being blown away by the wind and absorbed by the ground.

 

 

 

Sunlight eventually broke through the thinning smoke. The wise tree welcomed the sunlight immensely, filled with happiness it thought it had forgotten. It was filled with energy it had also lost. Its slowly dieing leaves were revived and its appetite was quenched after many months of the sunlight.

 

 

 

The wind carried upon it seeds from long distant places. Shrubs and saplings started to grow around the tree, and the wise tree welcomed them immensely. The wise tree helped them grow, teaching them many things it knew ever so well. With the treeÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s help, the saplings of shrubs, trees, flowers, and all manner of other plants grew quickly, refilling the forest that was lost to the wise tree.

 

 

 

The wise tree watched its forest grow with the windÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s help. Millions of years passed as it saw friends it knew so well die and new saplings appear throughout the forest. It knew the entire forest just like it knew the sky and it welcomed the new and mourned the dead. Wisest of all beings upon the Earth, it stayed peacefully in its home and kept on slowly growing without fail.

 

 

 

A cold wind warned of fell weather coming. The wise tree knew so well of cold days and nights, from years past, and it grew wary of the windÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s news. Ice formed soon after the windÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s news, yet, it was not winter. Instead, it was summer, or at least the stars told the tree so, and they had never lied.

 

 

 

The fell ice, in the same spirit as the strange object wreathed in flame, took its hammer and pounded upon the spirits of all. It killed the weak and strong and the young and old alike, without mercy. Instead of demons of flame, machines of ice killed and devoured the wise treeÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s numerous friends. The wise tree mourned many fell years as the ice relentlessly murdered.

 

 

 

The ice weakened, its blows became simply breathes and even those soon died out. Warmth, long lost but never forgotten, greeted the wise tree with beautiful laughter and joy. Grass and plants long covered, long frozen in time, awoke to the new world, and the wind carried with it life from other parts of the world to grow under the protection and wisdom of the wise tree.

 

 

 

And so for many millennia the wise tree nurtured and told the saplings the tales it heard and stories of its life. Once more the wise tree was contempt with its life, happy to teach and nurture and make many friends it had. Forever it seemed it had been where it grew, living through hell upon Earth many times during its life. For nature blessed the tree, it seemed, and so the tree was left untouched by natureÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s wrath, left to help nature create.

 

 

 

The wind came to the tree, carrying murmurs of unnatural creations with the power to level and destroy, and creatures which used these machines and made them and worked alongside them in the goal of destroying life.

 

 

 

Dismayed the wind left the tree, as it worried about these strange machines, for no animal it had ever met tried to destroy life willingly and purposefully without need. Nor had the tree ever heard of animals which could create things that could move and destroy, either.

 

 

 

A great noise was soon heard, and smoke filtered over the tree tops. The machines grew closer, killing the thousands of trees in their path. The trees fought to live, and so the machines had trouble and the machinesÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢ caretakers and creators also had trouble. For years they slowly moved on, till they eventually came upon the old, wise tree.

 

 

 

The machines spilled smoke out mouths and their caretakers were human. In awe they looked at the tree, but greed soon overpowered most of them. A few of the humans tried to stop them from harming the wise tree, but they were ignored and pushed aside.

 

 

 

The wise tree only mourned the loss of the other trees, so deep in thought it didnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t notice the humans or their machines. The night came and the humans left the tree. The tree saw the moon in its full beauty and was joyful, but the moon soon set and so the tree went back to mourning the dead trees.

 

 

 

The humans came back, with more powerful machines then last time. They started attempting to kill the wise tree, but their attempts were futile for a long time. Stronger machines were built, more men came, more axes were created, and no mercy was felt. Some of the humans refused to hurt the tree, and so they were fired and insulted by their companions. In disgust they left, and the wise tree was left only with humans that cared not for anything but money.

 

 

 

The wise tree became aware of the attempts to harm it when the first axe finally punctured its bark. It felt a tremendous amount of pain go through its bark and leaves, and so it noticed the humans.

 

 

 

The humans kept on cutting at the tree, trying to fell it. Days passed swiftly, and soon weeks. The wise tree was in constant pain, and it cried, but the machines and people cared not for the treeÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s own being. Axe after axe fell upon it and machines worked to kill the tree for wood, for money.

 

 

 

For since the time that dinosaurs walked the Earth, and before the first humans appeared, the tree had lived. It lived through immense disasters that would fell humankind itself, yet never had it faced the greed and hunger of men. Far more deadly than the demons of fire and the machines of ice, they were doing their acts for no reason other than helping themselves.

 

 

 

The tree was quite, and had stopped crying, when it felt the last swing of an axe upon its bark. The tree could feel the wind crying, and hugging the tree as it fell upon the ground. Slowly the forest faded from its memory, and everything it had learned slipped from the ability to be recalled. The tree watched the sky, for it was night, and saw the moon for the last time, and then the tree itself died.

 

 

 

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Hmm then.

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There is nothing really to say...emotes do the talking. :cry: :cry: =D> =D> :cry: =D>

[Gattree]

I don't know. You kinda went on and on and on and on about nothing.

[Veiva]

I don't know. You kinda went on and on and on and on about nothing.

 

 

 

Erm, the story was about how greed kills nature...

 

 

 

I didn't go on about nothing...

[Gattree]

It was obvious you were in no rush to make such a simple point

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Or that they cared enough about the point to make it in a full way rather than just...

 

The human came with axes and machines to chop down the great tree, the tree was unhappy and so it died, even though it had survived for so long through death of everything around it.

 

 

 

Some times it is important to have a long heartfelt story rather than a quick scribble of thoughts and emotions. It was a sign that no matter how long a life something has it is blinked out in a moment. That no matter how much effort there is to survive that greed is overpowering. It showed how humans, although not all humans, have one driving force. It is the force of wealth, and because of that we are such a destructive race of people. Never in the animal kingdom have animals knowingly hunted another animal to extinction. Never has a animal been slaughted in only a few months. The forest that had survived though thick and thin for the many millions of years, had been cut down in less than a year.

 

 

 

And for what? A handful of money? We invented it, it is not something that is important. Money has never been a force of good. Without money there would be few problems. Ok so we may have never got out of the middle ages, is that really such a bad thing? Or would we have ever got out of the caves? Humans are the heart and soul of greed. We seem to destroy to create more destruction. Expansion of our own race far exceeds any other idea we have. Other races have the weak and useless killed off through famine and illness. What do we do? We nurture these traits. The strong control the weak because the weak are just that, they are people who work to gain money that they pay back into the strong. The strong get cheap and perpetual labour. They provide the work.

 

 

 

We only destroy. Never has the Human race created life that thrives. We create copies of ourselves in other places across the world. Like a virus we kill the planet that sustains us, we take without giving. Like a virus we overcome the barriers. Bark, water and other animals. We cut down trees, like a virus infests a cell, using its nuetriance to grow stronger. We sail across the waves, like a cold bug spreads through a sneeze. We slay other animals to make it safe for us, like a virus attacks the anitbodies that threaten its existance.

 

 

 

We have one vision, Human Supremacey. We believe that we are the best. Since there is no other animal to tell us any different we accept it, like trying to tell yourself that you must not play with fire, while holding a box of matches and with no other person in sight. But its worse than that, we have each other, its like holding a match box while people around you light their own. But no worse even than that. We are holding a match box, the people around us are lighting the matches, and we are being paid to do it. No sentient being can convince itself into believing itself to be equal, there is nothing around it to tell it otherwise. To see it is like being given a maths problem without any idea of how to solve it. If you get it wrong and no one corrects it then what? You believe a falsity. You tell someone what you think, now they believe that, then it spreads like a virus. If someone challanges you then its your word against theirs, but don't worry we have good old fasioned animal instincts "Kill the Interloper. Rip out its life." We cannot prove them wrong so they are in the way, most animals would do the same. A tree between a herd of Rineo and a lake. Proof that we are equal, but would you notice? Why would you? Without it being suggested why doubt it?

 

 

 

We are animals, it is a fact. We are smarter animals. We are weaker animals. We know this. We think that because we can kill the stronger animals it makes us stronger, better than them. We are not, take away our technology and we are just a weak animal that would be somewhere down the food chain, not the bottom but not the top. We are nothing special, it is our belief that we are better that tell us differently.

[issy2]

I don't know. You kinda went on and on and on and on about nothing.

 

 

 

Umm yeah I kinda agree with Gattree actually...

 

 

 

Not my kind of thing. Had to fight to keep reading it but that's probably not to do with the story.

 

 

 

And you repeat tonnes of words in the first few paragraphs, which sounds very unprofessional. Good message though.