A mist, cold air quickly traveled down my throat, sort of like a razor blade sharpness through my chest, filling my lungs with a scent of fresh fern trees.
A wet, narrow trail took me to a place under a massive umbrella of green leaves. I stopped, closed my eyes and wrapped myself in the green forest splendor.
Sublime, mystical, giving and strikingly beautiful, she once was dragged into a game she knew no rules. No, it wasn't a gentle "Hug a Tree" game, the game of people feeling disconnected and lonely, it was rather a "need" the forest never knew before. Once vigorous and majestic, these trees were brought to the ground, defeated and lifeless. Robbed, betrayed and used, she sobbed and grieved, wondering why she couldn't be heard by the hopeless, docile collection of people she once sheltered.
Along the trail, her multi-layered cathedral of trees were laying burdensome and enduring, determined that she would no longer be who she was - a voiceless forest.

Dear God,
May the trees fill our forests,
And may our forests fill our earth
And may there be Green Peace.
Thank you,
Amen
Alexandra Nechita