Wherever you are, I hope you are at peace. Maybe some of your remains now exist in the form of pages in thousands of books. Or maybe they used you for something else. But in whichever way, I really hope you are at peace.
I never thought I would ever come back here since our last goodbye. Dear friend, today I miss you more than the other days. I still remember when I was so little, I could hardly even open my eyes. You made sure your leaves protected too much sunlight from entering our nest. I remember my mother thanking you each time you watched over me and my brother while she went on a food hunt.
She thanked you for giving us a small space on your branch. You protected us from hawks and owls. I remember I learnt my first flying lesson where I hopped with my tiny wings from one of your branches to another. You looked so happy. You encouraged me and said, “now go on.. You have to fly to my other siblings, when you do so, give them my regards”.
I was so happy I could fly better. I’d tell all your other friends and family how well you protected me and help me grow. Time passed by and I grew to look as beautiful as my mother. One day, I came to you and asked, “would you let us build a nest on you? Just like you let my mother and father?” You recognized me at an instant and without hesitation said, “yes please!”
Half the nest was done when you started shaking. There was a loud sound and we couldn’t take it. No, it wasn’t an earthquake. My husband and I flew away from you and watched from a distance. You were being cut by something so huge and noisy. We were so frightened but I gathered courage and flew back. “What is happening to you?”, I cried.
You answered very calmly, “I will not be standing here anymore. This is the end if me. You go, look for someone else and build a new nest. I’m sorry”.
I looked at you go away and I couldn’t do a thing. But like you said, we did find another of your kind after days of flying. Today, None of your siblings are around anymore. I sent my children far away so they can find them. Our species has nowhere to live. Not unless we fly really far. I’m too old for that now. The houses don’t even have roofs anymore, so we could live there instead. It has all changed my friend.
Here I am looking down from a big cement block, which is standing where you once stood. In front of me, many such blocks and not a single kind of you. I miss you friend. Hoping that maybe one day, you’ll grow again, if only by then I’m still alive.
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