i am tree. i am taller than everything

else. other trees envy me.

the grass doesn’t like me, i keep

uprooting them with my roots.

humans keep climbing on me,

i can barely feel my branches anymore.

i wish i were smaller, as to not

attract so much attention.

. . .

30 years have passed. . .or was it

300? i do not remember.

most of the other trees are dead.

no humans are climbing anymore.

only a lonely bird’s nest.

i don’t remember what bird, i think it

may be. . .crow? i heard a human say

that one, it sounds nice.

. . .

48 years later, i am still tree.


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