The Forest Piper

The forest never sobs. Every leaf that drops on the duff is a loss so trifle, as if nothing happened. So what if the boy that plays flute in the night to quell others’ fear is put as bait by his own people? So what if the man that mends others destinies is made to trash his own fate? So what if the race that stands firm on human values is cleansed for much the same reason? The forest never complains. After every kill, the deer herd goes back to grazing wagging their tails, as if nothing happened!