via a place to be.
Somewhere out there in this world is a tree, tirelessly producing oxygen so you can breathe. Trees are so selfless. They let us climb them, lean on them, pick their fruit, and so on, yet they still make oxygen for us all; the selfish human beings and the awakened kind ones alike. I think we owe trees an apology and a thanks. We should only use these amazing trees for necessities, like shelter, and refuse to agree to such use that’s otherwise, unless at least we all do our part to recycle and replant to replace the murdered ones. The death of these trees is the slow death of our humanity.