“THE SPEAKING TREE” is an everyday article in ‘THE TIMES OF INDIA’. The first time I caught my eye in this article, I assumed that it was based on a tree that can talk. I hastily started reading it, but to my utter disappointment it had nothing to do with a talking tree. My mom considers this article as if it is a precious flower vase, though I think it is a doleful read.
Whenever I read the writing, my mind wanders off into the great unknown. “What if a tree could speak?” One day I asked myself. “Would the trees be selfish just like humans?”
That evening I climbed over a branch on the mango tree to get a better glimpse of the sunset, the branch was too tender to carry my weight that I slipped down over it and fell down with a bump over the heap of dried leaves. My mother mocked at my fall. “What is so funny about it? Have you ever tried sitting on one?” I asked angrily. “Tried sitting on trees? The trees were study tables when I was small. I use to read, write and play sitting above them…….Good old days.” She stopped and continued watering the plants.
I leaned on to the mango tree. I closed my eyes and once again the questions arose in my mind. I silently shared my doubts with the tree. It was twilight and the trees were listening mutely to my question, or so I thought. A profound silence had spread over the nature and I felt as if the plants were all staring at me. Then suddenly a voice boomed from somewhere above the branches.
“Once when the earth was young and we the trees where in abundance, people lived in amity and harmony. We bequeathed them with food and shelter. As time went by, the lush green earth transformed into gorgeous villages, towns and cities. Only a few lucky trees were chosen to live in huge cities, I was among one of them. Smoke and dust rose into the air in the cities but we were stout enough to engross them. Each morning when I woke up, one of my friends was gone. The fact of how they died remains a mystery for us. As days went by I was the only one who was standing. But there was now a sudden rise in temperature and humans were struggling for their survival. So I persuaded the sun to reduce its heat. But he replied, “I am blazing the same way as I scorched when the earth was young”. The earth’s protection was slowly wearing away, and I did not know how. My branches were taken and brought in this place.”
The tree’s version of speaking seemed to penetrate deep into my heart. How selfless they are. The trees around me swayed a little in the breeze as if they were nodding in agreement to the trees words. How true…..they have always been to protect us and in return we gave them pain and sorrow. But still, just like parents who are dumped in old age homes and not even looked after, just like parents who are abandoned, they care for us. They say not even a word of their agony.
I slowly become conscious that everything has happened in my head. “Trees have the same nature as that of a mother” I recalled these words that once my mom had said. I looked up at the trees that were around me, I touched their branches and I could feel the blood flowing through them and their warm beating heart.