The wind was once again getting stronger. Although the movement of the tree was hidden by the waves of the lake, but he could sense that it was moving slowly towards him.

If nature wanted to harm me, it would’ve given orders to the wind to throw me inside this lake that once ate the breaths of men who came across it, or even instructed the thorns of the bushes to penetrate my body, or the rays of the sun to burn my flesh down, the boy thought to himself.

The tree was proud of the boy, but it decided not to show him. Instead, the tree just looked at the boy from a distance. The boy could sense the movement of the tree. He knew he was able to understand the language of nature. He understood storms, which nature cried to when it hadn’t rained. The sand covered every hole that mankind dug and left open, even his body, which reported to nature about every emotion he had, as it was once said flesh was made from clay by God, who created everything, including nature. The boy knew nature was impressed, that’s why it sent him to the tree.

A few minutes later, the bushes separated behind the boy, creating a way for the boy to return to his dogs that had patience to wait for him on the other side. He knew that his spirit was now connected to nature’s, and everything that nature knew and understood was now stored in his mind.

Nature and the boy, the boy thought to himself, but the tree said nothing. It just watched the boy moving away from the lake, back to his dogs, back to his hope.

When he finally reached his wheelbarrow, he noticed it was broken. Instead of trying to fix it, he just smiled and passed it, leading the way to the unknown journey. His dogs followed him. As he walked, nature decided to give the boy a vision of the old tree, which he was speaking with. It increased its leaves and wrapped them around his broken wheelbarrow, and finally threw it into the lake so that it could rest upon it. The boy turned around to see if his wheelbarrow was still in one piece, but it was no longer there. He smiled and continued his journey.

Now the boy could see everything that nature saw, and feel what it felt. What scared him the most was his position. He understood both mankind’s and nature’s language, and the thought that he might one day have to choose between his people and nature frightened him. The boy had always thought he was born to be a hunter, just like his father, but now nature had made him realise his real purpose: to protect nature in the world of the unknown.

Along his way, the boy sensed nature weeping. “What’s wrong?” the boy asked.

Nature refused to speak, so the boy decided to move near to the forest, hoping nature could at least tell him what to do, but to his surprise, he saw the blue-grey flag of the unknown waving up in the blue sky. The boy continued to move closer to the flag, and heard noises of workers and machines.

“Young man, you are not authorised to step where you are now!” one of the workers said, screaming over the noise of the machines.

The boy’s dogs were now ready to escort every worker in the area, all they needed was the boy’s signal.

“I need to speak with the man in charge!” the boy shouted.

“What is it to you if we cut down trees?” the worker asked.

The boy decided to keep quiet as he mourned with nature.

“Young man?” the worker shouted again.

The boy screamed again, repeating his words exactly with the same tone.

“Who shall I say has sent you?”

“Tell him it’s nature that has sent me,” the boy answered.

Tell us: Do you think they will listen to what he has to say?