Their flowers would cry piteously, when they were plucked off, and so would every leaf on each tree, if smoke from a nearby chemical factory were to blow continuously across it.
There is no doubt that after being blessed with the power of speech, the trees would talk of the joys of summer and the thrill they feel as the cool breeze blows through them.
They would speak of the wonder of being alive and the multiple uses they provide to all living creatures, including men and women; birds and animals. They would be too copious to boast of their utility to living-beings.
But most of all, trees would complain about their bitter enemy, man. “Isn’t he involved in the countless murders of our kith and kin?” they would angrily complain. They would discuss disdainfully his thoughtlessness in cutting them down for more and more houses. They would never forgive him for refusing to treat them with due consideration and regard.
Even if trees cannot speak, their agony and bitterness has been forcefully expressed by a number of poets and environmentalists. Botanists too have repeatedly reminded us what the trees need and how great their usefulness is for us. It is for us to give them their due and by saving them save the very survival of the earth. If trees are gone, our Mother Planet would not have any trace of life, whatsoever.