Plant's Trauma

I rejoice greatly in the environment, for having them encircle us and make us have a wonderful passage about new life. Their suffering and death for the benefit of mankind are incredible.

It is wonderful to see how the plants grow. From the little, cute, heart-shaped seed to the serene, germinating plant that reaches for the sun and creates an environment conducive to romance. Romance for the benefit of ourselves, and we'll be indifferent if they are stepped on and crushed. And as I see the plants not being cared for, I think of them speaking, trying to tell us what we must know.

I am helpless. I can’t speak to defend you. I bloom to beautify thy surroundings. I don’t care what I look like, but you chose me to be here. You watered me when I was young and energetic. You touched me when I was fresh. You sniffed my leaves when it was able to dance to the rhythm of wind that was not frequent. I was overwhelmed when you were happy for me to see me come into buds. And I was overexcited when your little son was smiling when I was decorated with five beautiful little red flowers.

It was my fifth day after I came into the flowering plant. I was lonely from the beginning. I did not have friends to share my smile with or to wave at, especially when you treated me like I was yours as always. But what happened now?

Your little son offers fewer smiles. You never touch and sniff me; instead, you have started giving me less water. I am suffering. I don’t have the strength to hold my leaves. My bark is darkening day by day. My head can’t hold its position. It is under compulsion to bend to see how dry my soil is. Please help me, my lord. Let me live more and have the dignity to be old and taken care of.

The day is uncertain for me when I’ll bear the greatest trauma of no soil to support my roots and no water to support my old leaves, and I’ll be abandoned forever.

Let me face the dignity of returning to where I was grown. Let me give my body parts to future coming plants so that they can grow easily to benefit you as I have done. To let you keep touching and sniffing me. To let your little son constantly smile.