There is an old tree. This tree has been growing in the world for 250 years, and it’s still growing today. It’s leafs are bigger than any other tree, they have complex patterns that speaks of the old tree’s wisdoms. In the autumn these leafs are the last to fall to the ground and they are then painted with the most vibrant autumn colors. Wilder than anything else around it. As the tree finally sheds its leafs and gets ready for winter, its branches folds together, making them fewer but stronger. In this way the tree always survives the winter. Many other trees fall to the heavy snow and the devastating cold that plagues the forrest.

In the spring the tree is carefull to bloom. It knows that the birds and animals are hungry after the cold winter, so the first trees to bloom its buds are the first ones to get attacked. For this reason the tree resist the urge to open up for the sun again, to protect its children, so they can bloom in a spectuacular fashion during the summer.

And this is excatly what happens, each summer. The tree grows and grows and in july its the biggest, greenest och most strong tree of them all. Nothing can stop it from shining its beauty, and it showers the forrest with its wisdom. For the other trees can see its study branches, green leafs and beautiful figure, and knows this is someone who lets the light of nature shine through it.

But as it often goes, when goodness and wisdom shines, there is often someone there to exploit it.

So one day the lumberjacks came to this calm part of the forrest. They had brought electrical saws and metal machines with heavy rubber tires. All used to make their profession as effective as possible.

You see, all trees are connected, and can therefore speak to eachother by sending signals underground. When the lumberjacks came to the forrest they all got very frightened, like you could imagine. The trees sent messages to eachtoher back and forth, day and night, tireless trying to make sense of what was going to happen. Who was going to be cut down next? Where was the lumberjacks seen last? Had somebody heard from the wise tree? It was a stressfull time for the trees. Many of them started to drop their leafs, even though it was only august.

But the wise old tree stood quiet at the top of a hill, deep into the forrest. It had no need to shed it’s leafs. Instead it watched patiently as the lumberjacks came closer and closer. It knew that it wouldn’t be long before they came to cut it down, since the tree was the biggest in the forrest. Lumberjacks always want to cut down the biggest tree.

As they arrived at the feet of the wooden giant their conficence diminshed. They tried to cut the tree down with their saws but they never reached further than a few milimeters before the saw broke in half. The big metal machines used their heavy hooks to try to knock the tree to the ground, but all that happened was the tree swung to one side, and upon swinging back it snapped its heavy branches into the machine, breaking it in half. After the lumberjacks had destroyed all their equipment they had no choice but to leave the forrest, until they could return with new equipment.

And this is how it continued, for years. The tree was never worried, but its powers were starting to decrease. Having been abused for such a long time, it had lost its natural cycle, and with each new scar and substitute, it was growing further away for nature.

But in the shadow of the lumberjacks efforts to cut down the wise old treen, the surrounding trees had blossomed. They multiplied and grew and grew. Their trunks grew thick and sturdy and their branches long and spiky. The leafs were sharp as knives, and during the years they had developed a poision, which meant that upon shedding the leafs, the poison was dispersed on the ground.

The trees were preparing for a war.

But this was nothing the lumberjacks noticed. They only focused on cutting down the biggest tree they had every seen, so they could sell the logs for a big paycheck. One day the wise old tree fell. And the silence that followed was heartbreaking. The trees didn’t say a word to eachother, they just observed, and they didn’t let their beautiful leafs fall to the ground. The forrest was quiet. It was ready for a fight, but after years of watching the old tree, they had all grown wise, and they knew not to act foolishly. The lumberjacks felt the evil spirit of the forrest as they watched the old tree hit the ground, years of work finally coming to an end. Although they should have been happy, their expressions grew nervous, and suddenly all of them was in a rush to get out of the forrest, even though none of them could tell themselfs why.

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One by one the lumberjacks adjusted their eyes to the surrounding forrest. They saw the thick trees, with swordlike branches and leafes shining greener than anything theyve seen before. They realised that almost every tree was as big as the tree theyd just cut down. In the distance some trees was already letting their leafs drop to the ground, which was given the forrest a acidic smell. This only added to the lumberjacks now increasing sense of fear. It was then one of the trees let the wind grab its biggest branch, let it go as far back as possible, and then released it towards the lumberjacks biggest machine. It did more than rip it in pieces, it sent it flying into the air and then landing right ontop of the two other machines. Suddenly everything was in pieces, laying dispersed on the ground. Now a thin layer of neon green leafs was starting to cover the newly smashed metal.

The lumberjacks didn’t have to exchange any words. They ran out of the forrest as quickly as they could, and were seen there again.

Using their strong roots the forrest built a grave using the leftovers of the smashed metal machines. Both as a sign of remeberance of the old wise tree, who had given them the power to grown, but also for the humans, who had thought nature was under their control.