The printer whined in the corner Papers piled up in the tray I hastily grabbed the papers and rushed to my paper The machine was hot to touch Probably angry about the overwork hours I did not give it a second thought As I hastily skimmed through the papers The mistakes seemed bigger than before I refilled the papers and began correcting the mistakes Ironically about ecological balance As I struggled to add more value it The message stuck me hard Why would I cause so damage as well as advocate about it I might never be able to undo the damage Every tree in the universe has a role And the role is not always to be draft paper It definitely has a bigger part in the ecosystem Think twice before wasting it
Some relationships are meant to stay