The
years have passed by me again. I’ve been stuck here doing nothing
for years on end. It’s not a bad life though. The people are nice,
the forest is calm and quiet and it’s the perfect place to collect
your thoughts. But sometimes it gets a bit boring, like now, which is
why I’m going to tell you a story about people who made new
farmland here. The place is now empty, but I still remember it like
it was yesterday.
There
were people removing the bark of the trees a few meters up, so that
the trees would dry up and that way they could cut them down easily.
I saw children helping their parents by doing little things around
the place.
A
few years went by, as I watched the place slowly coming together. The
trees were cut down and ready to be burned. I sometimes catch myself
thinking: what if that was my fate? What if my home forest was to be
burnt?
Anyway,
continuing. Somebody set the trees on fire, and this next step was
the most challenging: To keep the fire from spreading. Someone had to
guard the fire always.
So,
the trees were burned and now all there was left was nutritious ash.
People started planting crops to the burn-beaten land. Soon the
people had to do this again in another place, because the nutrients
didn’t last very long. That’s why I’m alone again.
A
student from Kesalahti school