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 benefits of mankind are incredible.

It is wonderful to see how the plants grow. From the little cute heart shaped seed to germinating serene plant to see sun and make environment that’ll let people romance. Romance for the benefit of our own and that we’ll not care whether they are stepped and crushed. And as I see the plants being not cared, 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 surrounding. I don’t care what I look like but you choose 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 over excited when your little son was smiling when I was decorated with little beautiful five red flowers.

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

Your little son gives fewer smiles. You never touch and sniff me, instead you have started giving me less water. I am suffering. I don’t have strength to hold my own leaves. My barks are 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 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 to return 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 me touching and sniffing. To let your little son constantly smile.