In fact, I was blessed with the chance to plant one of over a dozen hardwoods: neem, mahogany, narra, etc.
Year 2013 |
In five years, they have grown really tall, almost dwarfing our church. What joy they gave the passers-by!
Yesterday, however, I got the shock of my life. As had been my weekly habit, I looked toward the area where those trees stood before entering the church. My tree and its many neighbors disappeared!
Rather, only their stumps remained. They were injured and disfigured, lying on the ground like discards.
December 2018 (Arrow pointing to the tree I planted) |
Those trees, which riveted my eyes Sunday after Sunday were cut, cut, cut! Those saplings, lovingly planted by a group of concerned church members and residents one early morning in 2013, were mercilessly chopped off.
My heart bled. You know the pain you feel when your pet has been maltreated and in danger of dying? The only difference is that, these were more than one pet!
Trees are God’s creation, growing and looking up to the heavens—to protect man from earthly catastrophes. Can someone explain why some people would be so cruel to cut them?
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