An Inhabitaed Forest

Is there any forest where no human beings reside? There may be.Is there any forest where trees can talk, sing, listen to, laugh, cry, and offer fruits sensing one’s mind? There may be.Maybe, hearing the human’s footsteps, they will be silent, or else they will be quiet by the stroke of an axe.Had they had wings, the trees would have flown miles over miles, but had they had the wings, what would human beings have done? There would not have been any civilization, society, or exploitation.To the continuous exploitation, indecisive harassment, and plundering, the infinite number of documents of man’s materialistic greed in the name of civilization, religion, party politics, and dumb witness is the forest. Forest is the cornerstone of human civilization.I have never seen such a tree. It may happen so that the trees may not talk to me. So, imagining such a play through direct experience may not be expected.In contemporary society, and the decline derived from that, the languor of defeat is created in the human mind. Very mysteriously, an opposite idea is made: “Had it been so, what would have happened!” To the artist, conscious of the situational needs, this type of idea and whim is necessary, for there is the hope that, maybe, the literature created out of this will make the people aware of, and the human civilization may sustain from the forthcoming disaster/apocalypse.