A story of a singal fever tree🌳

                                   

When I was a child it was very difficult for me to see the sky. The others, who were as tall as my mother, covered the whole sky. My brothers and I could not even find the water we needed. Because Mom and everyone around her got water, air and sunshine sooner than us. My brothers died without these things. I was able to save my life, albeit with difficulty 

                               

 People destroyed when I was young, my mother and other trees as old as my mother. Only a few trees around me survived. The green environment around me diminished and instead buildings began to emerge around me. Then I good look at the sky. But my race and the animals around me moved away from me and instead approached noisy people 

                                Now a tree I grew. I don't have my type in my surroundings or foam dimension. I have been living here alone for years. I saw firsthand the changes that took place in this environment during that time.

My life is boring with noisy people. If I could wolk like people, I could find my race and live freely. My life risk is still the same. I hope I experience natural death before the painful death that people inflict