I came up with the idea of "Thinking Like a Forest" after being reminded of a favourite childhood movie called "FERNGULLY"
From our, the humans' general point of view, the earth we live on is a resource for our plentiful "needs". However if we begin to think as if we were the forest itself...then we might be able to see the devastation we cause at alarming rates.
I wrote a short blurb as if I was....
Thinking Like A Forest
From our, the humans' general point of view, the earth we live on is a resource for our plentiful "needs". However if we begin to think as if we were the forest itself...then we might be able to see the devastation we cause at alarming rates.
I wrote a short blurb as if I was....
Thinking Like A Forest
A subtle fog creeps across the woodchips blanketing the forest floor, as critters collect fallen acorns preparing for their winter slumber. The dancing leaves watch over the frantic squirrels and chipmunks as they clean the ground of nuts and berries, changing to fiery reds and oranges to alarm the small animals of a nearing white storm. The critters nestle contently in their homes high up in the tree tops throughout the cold months where they are safe and sleeping until spring break.
When baby buds appear back on the branches, the small herbivores vulnerably sneak down from the protection of the trees searching for something to eat, weary of their hunters. The chase is on, however when a certain captain predator arrives in the forest, even the carnivores are hounded into hiding. This predator is the human. He stomps in with his steel-toe boots and hard hat followed by engines on wheels crushing the earth beneath them. The trees lean away in fear and the animals scamper away in terror from the screeching of a saw and the cursing of its beholder. The screaming of animals in protest can be heard for miles as tree by tree, their homes get ripped apart turning sleeping creatures into casualties so a couple more photocopies could be printed.
The logging continues over time and where the beauty of a forest once lived, lays a field full of nothing but weeds and remaining insects. There are no more squirrels to collect berries, nor foxes to run from. They have crossed into a new territory or devastatingly died out trying to escape the human hurricane. The cry of a coyote is absent and even the birds have found new areas to nest their families. Behind my house, where this special forest once lived, lies this very dead field. This field is now home to different trucks; construction trucks to build homes for millionaires who couldn’t do without this prime property. I will never understand the justification of tearing down sixty acres of land for five houses, but as far as I’m concerned there isn’t any. Human beings are taking advantage of our guardian power and as long as the animals run from the engines of our machines, we will keep crushing their homes, and stealing their lands. Without the trees there are no nuts and berries, and without those no squirrels or bears. Each piece of the forest contributes to the life of the other living things. Without one, in this case the trees, there will be nothing but field prepared for more housing and pollution. If we think like a forest, we think like a preserver so maybe the trees and their forever changing leaves can teach us a thing or two.
* . krystle KAY