Curse and the trees’ spirit is broken, forever, in an island in South Pacific. Really, yes, really.

In this island when the islanders want to get rid of an unwanted tree,

They simply send their holy/unholy chanters,

To start yelling curses at the tree,

Horrible words,

Abuses,

Threats,

Showing them f. ย  You gestures,

Blaming,

And what not at the top of their lungs vocal capacity,

They start each day from dawn to dusk

This act with a group of these wizards

Is repeatedly conducted,

For 30 days,

Non stop,

Ultimately,

The massive tree,

Oak or no oak,

Falls on its own,

The dictum of these people,

Crush the spirit of the tree,

Thy it will fall on its own,

Success attained,

They rejoice,

And merrily dance away the trees death,

After the celebrations,

The shunned tree is thrown,

Even then they don’t stop,

They use its logs for fire,

Till allis lost,

Of the beautiful tree,

That once gave fruit,

Perfumed biossoms

And stood under the scorching sun,

Burning itself to give shade to others,

“We just break its spirit”

They chuckle on a job well done.

P.s. the tree now that ain’t enough,

Please spare my seeds, as if u can get anymore out of my ashes,

Shit piss or vommit, or show five fingers to it

But pl let me have a decent exit,

As that’s all I ask for,

What if one day

You will also become that tree?

Till then,

๐Ÿ™๐Ÿฟ

The dead tree

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