He was old and tired. Waiting for the end seemed endless.
He remembered those long ago days when he and his fellow workers had moved from forest to forest with their employers, cutting trees by the hundreds. It had been a dangerous job. However careful one was, there was an element of uncertainty. Many lost their lives crushed beneath a falling tree. That uncertainty had added to the excitement.
He never realized that destruction of trees meant destruction of the planet. Trees were cut but no one planted saplings in their place. In those remote and large tracts of forests cutting some trees did not seem to make a difference. But now trees were being cut everywhere and concrete jungles were taking their place.
He did not remember when he started feeling guilty about all those trees he had cut. It had been just a job but over the years the feeling of guilt had grown. He was suffering but there seemed to be no escape. He was growing older but Death was not coming to take him away. He was being punished for no fault of his.
Why was God taking so long to answer his prayers?
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