Do you know what this is?
What? said Erica, wide-eyed.
It’s the source of all life. It’s the vital spring of existence. Without it, you and I wouldn’t exist. It’s part of the earth and it’s a part of our being. Mother Earth shudders every time one of these is felled. The oceans weep each time a remnant creeps into their waters. The fauna wail as they lose sight of their beloved homes and watch them being swept away.
She watched me as my passionate monologue came to an end.
Shrugging her shoulders, she remarked, It’s just a tree, Dad.