The Tree

When I was a kid, I used to believe that trees were aliens that were sent to observe human life, and was very convinced that they can see, hear, feel and live in a way that we might not get or observe, but it’s there. I used to fall asleep with the windows wide open as I watched this giant tree, standing almost like a spectre, watching me back. Watching over me.

It even had a sound. When everything was quiet, the wind went through the leaves and created patterns of swooshing sounds that helped me fall asleep, like a lullaby. A Buddhist's “Ooom”. I never liked it when things got too quiet, and the continuous swishing was comforting, dependable. Like someone was there. The ‘thereness’ of it put me to sleep. The ‘Thereness’.

I can’t help but think, how will I fall asleep when they cut it down? ‘If’ they cut it down?

Will I ever be able to sleep again?