Sleepy Hollow

He lived for trees,

For saving them, nurturing them.

He was so obsessed that he asked the forest spirits “Can I talk to trees please?”

He wished that he could hear out every branch, every leaf, every stem.

His wish granted indeed,

And he hoped he will hear all merry stuff from his tree friends.

But all he heard were their groans from being cut, the pain when they bleed.

With all this modernization going on, this wasn’t Eden anymore; trees were having a gloomy end.

The voices carried on,

He tried not to listen but they did follow.

He cried as the other trees cried; not every green place was merry like his lawn.

So in a fit of desperation and helplessness, he finally cut off his ears and died in pain, only to wander aimlessly in the forests now like he’s the ghost of Sleepy Hollow.