It’s striking how much cooler it is beneath the trees. Almost as if that were a solution. Sarcasm off…

Anyone can feel how much cooler it is under a tree within just a few seconds. You don’t need a study, an expert, or a press conference for that. You simply have to stop, breathe, and feel.

Beneath an ancient canopy, the air is alive. Asphalt, on the other hand, stores heat, radiates it back for hours, and turns our cities into ovens.

And yet, trees are being cut down.

By the very people who champion nature conservation. By a political movement that calls itself “Green.” To me, this is a contradiction that could hardly be greater.

Ancient peoples knew that trees were sacred. They saw them as the pillars of the world, the link between heaven and earth. A spirit dwelt in every oak; a memory lived in every forest. Whoever felled a tree took more than just wood—they disrupted the balance.

Today, we call the destruction of our roots “progress.”

We talk about climate protection while trees that have stood for decades vanish. We speak of sustainability while concrete seals off more and more of the earth. We give speeches about the future while sawing away at the very thing that makes our present bearable.

Perhaps the greatest problem isn’t the heat.

Perhaps it is the arrogance of certain politicians—the belief that they can replace the laws of nature with ideology.

Nature cannot be deceived. It knows no party lines. It knows only cause and effect.

Anyone who sacrifices forests and then positions themselves as a climate savior should ask themselves whether they are truly protecting the Earth—or merely a political narrative.

The trees will not speak for us.

They fall in silence.

And one day, that very silence will be louder than any campaign speech.

From Huter der Irminsul