Out of all the living things that are alive on this planet, I believe that the true witnesses of love were the trees that root the earth. In the history of the world, you will always see one growing tall and strong. And if you don't see one growing, then you'd find yourself unwitnessed of your love. For in the trees were carvings of every movement of the wind, sun and rain. Markings of wars that fought for love, and names of people who fought with love. The trees were there to witness love through the air, for every moment the air becomes wind was a moment that love was being felt. Maybe, when we cut a tree, maybe we should first think of the love it witnessed. For every tree that's cut, believe that it once saw and felt love. Whether it was plant or animal, human or God. It was there to witness love.