Power of Mind

I was playing in my house when I saw a man cutting a tree outside the street. I could clearly see that the tree was shedding tears and the crows sitting on the tree were cawing very loudly. He took no notice of them and continued to swing his axe against the trunk.

It pained me. This was the sixth tree they were cutting in this week. I wanted to do something, but I felt helpless. After all, what could I have done with the stupid gift of being able to understand plants and control them? Here, I was a person who could understand their pain but unable to defend them.

I saw my grandmother step out of the house. She was going to try reason with them. Again.  My grandmother had been trying to stop them from cutting the previous six trees but they kept giving excuses. First, they said that they needed more trees to produce paper. Yesterday, they said that it was Government order and took away two of our trees.

This filled me with anger. How dare they take our silence for granted. I had to do something- something to make them leave and never come back again. Something- but what? I couldn’t just will that man to stop cutting the apple tree or the tree to run away. That would be like making soup out of sausage peg.

But I could- of course I could. I could will the apples to fall on his head. Afterall, it was my command they were waiting for. I willed the raw ones with all my might to fall on his head. And lo behold they fell on his head like a volley of arrows. He wielded his axe above his head to shield himself but a few of them still struck him.

Next, I willed the bhrami creeper nearby to place him outside our street. It first twirled itself around the person’s legs and clasped them tight. Next, he was gently lifted fifty meters into the air and placed on the pavement, just outside our street. His face was worth seeing when he was lifted up. His face was a mixture of honest surprise, shock and horror. All others who witnessed this marvel were surprised as well. My grandmother was the only one who understood the truth when she saw my mischievous round face plopping outside the window.

The man returned back; the axe lifted in a defensive position. On my bidding, the tree flung one of the beehives towards him. It landed just beside him and out sprouted a swarm of angry bees. They chased him so much that I later heard that he developed Xylophobia. When our problem was solved, I saw the leaves shedding tears of happiness. I saw the bhrami creeper bowing down to me. I think the crows and bees were saluting me.

So friends, if you have any such talents, don’t hesitate to use them to protect Nature.

First Story from Sahana Vinod which won the 3rd Prize in Eco-Fest Competition organized by Bhumi through Young World – The Hindu Newspaper

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