Random Foresty-ness

As the axe sank deep into the trunk of the tree I heard the forest cry. It cried the sound of silent history. It cried the sound of the future where that tree would lay in tables and walls. Like lighting struck the handle of the tool in my hands I let it go. I realized I would be changing the future. I cut into the pink, fresh world of the tree's insides with a shattering of it's glass bark, with only one hit from sharp metal. I broke the forest's heart today. But I gave a single tree, a start to a new history.