The Rape of a Tree
I am a Tree who loves a man. I give him my love, my shade, my fruits and everything. Yet, he so lustful has an eye on my body. As he approaches with his tool, I feel terribly frightened. But I can’t move. I can neither scream nor complain. I stand where I was, just for him to complete his task. He seems not to notice, and ignores my tears and pain. He feels triumphant on conquering me and stamps with his leather boot on my trunk to show his authority and to underscore my vulnerability. But, what am I? Nothing, but just a tree for man to plunder and tear apart !