The forest seemed unusually quiet tonight.
The stars twinkled in the sky
like they always do,
and moon rose over the tallest of the trees,
just like always.
But the hush was a sound that I had never heard before.
And the trees were not singing.
Frogs were not croaking.
Owls were not hooting.
It was so quiet.
I cupped my paws to my ears so I could listen to the silence.
The silence was luring me to Methuselah, the oldest tree in the forest.
I saw the moon beams
shine down on Methuselah's face
and then I saw the tears
trickle down his branches
and fall to the ground below
"Why is there sadness in my forest?" I wondered.
"Come closer", Methuselah whispered.
Carefully, I stood on my tip toes,
and then I reached my arms up as high as I could reach.
I placed my paws on his heart.
I felt his heart,,,
beat,,, just like mine.
One of Methuselah's branches reached down and patted my head.
and then, Methuselah began to whisper,
"Our time has come."
"It is time for us to fall"
"The forest will be gone."
"The chainsaws are coming."
"We cannot run"
"We cannot hide"
"I cannot let this happen to my forest!"
"It is not time for them to fall!
"They will not fall! "
The forest and all its creatures must be saved.
I must find a way to help Methuselah and the other trees.
I just know we can!
You and me together....
Lets help the forest.