I hope that someday humanity fully understands that trees are our life.

Trees are beautiful. Tree shades are my favorite hiding places. The hot noon sun makes me seek these shades, where I find extreme relaxation and comfort. It’s pretty delightful to sit under a group of trees on a sunny day, writing, reading, or drawing. Indeed, trees are splendid!

Growing up as a kid, I always dreamt of living in a house of trees – you know, a modest house amid a forest somewhere where trees are respected and in plenty supply—a piece of land where the rigors of man-blight are yet to spoil. A canopy created by nature herself, and if Providence were kinder, a flowing stream of fresh water. A treehouse library away from the house, where I can spend time alone, reading, and reflecting, will be nice too. The idea of a treehouse library prevailed because of my love for birds. I think studying in one will be inspirational. I can imagine what it looks/sounds like, reading a good book with soft-singing birds tweeting from nearby nests.

I also thought of deer and antelopes grazing up and down the hill while the morning mists surround the treeline. In practice, everyone may assume that I’m dreaming of building a house in a forested safari park; indeed, that is not far from my intentions. However, words alone can’t explain how I feel about vast forested spaces or how much I love living in one.

As the world celebrates this year’s International Day of Forests, I ask all my friends to keep in mind that these woody angels are our lifesavers, thus their survival should mean a lot to us.

In summary, I’m convinced that people can reforest the earth in such a manner that all, humanity, beasts, birds, and trees will be safe. Good night.