The once lush forest has vanished, leaving behind a barren landscape. The earth lies cracked and parched, like an ancient parchment telling tales of forgotten trees. Birds no longer sing, their melodies silenced by the absence of branches. The sun casts harsh shadows on the ground, revealing stumps where mighty oaks once stood. We see the aftermath of human actions—the relentless felling of trees, the clearing of land for progress. But in this quiet devastation, there's a plea: Let us remember the forests that once thrived here, and let us protect what remains before it, too, becomes a silent echo.