Protected

Have you ever heard the true sounds of the forest? Ever really listened to birds flying in a unison that is unmatched by any other group on earth. The smell of the trees and the pitch of the animals running, the scream of the rabbit dying and the fulfillment of the snake eating it. I sit here and watch all of these things unfold from my spot in this union of life. I am in the center of the forest and perhaps one of the tallest beings. I am the king of the forest because my limbs touch everything and tend to form green armor in autumn until the seasons change and my limbs are bare, helpless and unprotected. I have been here the longest as well. Who knew that those little seeds could create something so incredibly massive? I feel the wind whisper in my ears and the birds lay in my skin and create a home of their own. I protect the little ones from the crying of God, and the wrath of the Devil. It is not an easy job but one that I have decided to take on because I feel that I am responsible for these creatures. I am the father of the forests and my children need to be protected at all times. They are small, delicate, scared and dying left and right because of the stronger beings that require us to survive. You see, I am everywhere-in parks, zoos, and lurking in playgrounds. There is only one thing that can stop me is the world. The sound terrifies me because death is knocking on my door. It is cold, uninviting and mocking. This is the one thing that can beat me. I can’t go, who is going to protect my children in our home? Have I failed them because I am not strong enough? No. I am strong but I have to burn now, am I really dying if I am just going to be cut up and used for a different source of pleasure now. I guess I will be watching the other beings grow and have pleasant dinners and watch them watching the box where sounds fall out and they tend to laugh or cry. Either way there is no one to protect me from this, the blade slides through me and I scream like the rabbit and I understand that every life is important. Once I am fertilized and grow again that rabbit will live, because I now realize I could have done more to save his life. I am sure he left behind someone that needed to be protected.