The forest stood thick for centuries untouched and unobtrusive. The branches of the trees reached for the heavens and it’s roots stretched into the netherworld. It forged a thick outer shell allowing sunlight to barely reach the ground. It was home to multiple species of animals which roamed in it’s shadows – safe and free. It allowed flourishing of Flora whom men had yet to find any name.
When the men first came into the forest, they were reverential. Their Gods existed in these forests, they believed. They were respectful to the majestic greens that composed the environment. They would kneel before the forests. They had needs they would say. They were dutiful as they cut any branches, picked any flowers, hunted any animals for their survival. The forests never did mind.
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