An Apology of the Log

If I were a log..

Look around you, at the terror and torment and suffering.
You reap what you sow.

Because you're human, what right does that give you to lord above all else?
To assume in your egotistical mind, that you alone have a higher consciousness. That animals and plants can't feel can't think.

I'm a log. And I feel vindicated.

We have done our fair share of wrongs too, I will freely admit.

I rotted through and fell on your house.
The storm blew me down and I made sure to land where it would hurt you most.
My branch impaled you as you tripped.
My bark scratched you as you passed me by.
My roots caught your feet.
My trunk broke your arm when you were sawing through my trunk.
I killed you when I fell.

I'm now an innocuous log, rotting on the forest floor, well sorry for my wrongs.

I'm sorry I caught you,
I'm sorry I hurt you,
I'm sorry I killed you.

But am I the sole perpetrator? The rebel without a cause?

I cried as you cut my brothers down.
I pleaded to deaf ears as my branches were hacked off.
I watched in silence as I was hewn and used so carelessly, burnt.
When my roots were torn up and I bled.
When I screamed as you hacked so viciously into my body.
When I died as you cut me down.

Shouldn't you be sorry too?