The hot, afternoon sun rays was filtered through the leaves of the treetops. Birds were whistling merrily, and crickets were chirping contentedly. All was well except for the disturbing scene that stood in front of me. Where a once proud, green and tall tree stood, in its place now was a fallen, wet, crooked tree full of moss growing on it. This was the work of the humans, whom had infiltrated the forest, chopping down trees without giving a second’s thought, to clear land for their own, selfish usage.