Why there is always so quietness after every destruction? From the time of the first human on Earth till now. Whether it is some miry ocean or some sandy desert. Whenever humanity weeps the whole atmosphere seems to accompany as if they feel the same feel as humans. Why people feel bliss in the air when they are happy and utter wretchedness when they are wretched inside? A person who has unfortunately got an ax is in depression. Sitting in his room, the same walls and ceiling of his room that used to make him feel so protected are now encroaching him. Things seem to have been changed frustratingly. I often ask myself ‘’why is it so?'' Is it only the inner tension of a depressed person in the eye of which the whole world appears overwrought? Or there is something else behind it? Do the non-living are able to feel the wretchedness of the hour? Ah! Definitely, they can’t. They are NON-LIVING. Then the memory of my hearing hit it off. Now let me make you repeat what you read ‘’The waves of the sounds leave their imprints on the walls” I heard this sentence about six or seven years ago. The essence of this line has always remained food for my thought. Now I could relate it to my question why is that so? Whenever we’re depressed and couldn’t find peace anywhere. It means that whatever happened to us has also left its imprints on our surroundings. According to research, the activities of human beings leave their impact on these plants. Here I’m not talking about those deforestation-oriented activities. It is all about those human activities in which humans don’t psychically hurt the plants yet they do. How? Let's take an example, the wicked behavior of human beings nowadays from murdering each other to killing and backbiting. In essence,  immoral activities of us whether they are too minor to ignore or too awful to be punished leave an impact on our surroundings. And this effect is definitely worse. These plants and trees suffer (psychologically) from what we do, and they respire the same toxicity that is making our environment too restless to have peace in. Imagine how much and how many times a day we smack our environment as for me there goes not a single minute in which no one in a town isn’t saying any evil. A single word of evil coming out of a man’s mouth costs blighting the whole atmosphere. Isn’t it strange that we are infecting our environment and in return exacting it to sustain its harmony and a cause of peace for us?