What? A new housing development? Why? I am going to be felled?
But Why?, when I have been around so long and provided shade for so
many people. I am the tallest tree in the park. People often have
picnics under me while their children hang from the tire-swing that
has been hung from my branches. I saw and I have heard, they want
to cut me down. Destroy the homes of birds, squirrels and raccoons,
and other various animals that have placed their homes in my care.
And why are they doing this? all for dreams and money. I have been
around for thirty years and not once have they had a problem with
me. In the winter, they hang lights all around me and make me look
pretty and not once did I complain. Ni, but now I will be destroyed
chopped down and turned into paper so that children can write on me
in schools, or better yet, I will be tossed into the woods and
burnt into ashes and that will be the last of me. I thought they
cared but I guess they didn't, greed and money has taken over them
and they are blind. I was the main source of attraction; I was love
but no, no more. I will be forgotten. No more shade will I provide,
no more precious animals will I hide. It's all about the money
isn't it? All about the money.
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