Let there be Light
She surveyed the Norman Rockwell scene with tolerant disdain. She was the rightful mistress of this place. All who lived here knew her, the oldest living resident. Even the young ones treated her with respect. She lived in harmony with Gaia and no natural enemies threatened her. But chainsaws were not natural. Her leaves shivered.
This story was written for Lisa McCourt-Hollar's 55 Word Challenge