I saw absolutely everything. It was nice to be a tree in the middle of a misty forest, even though I couldn’t move except while the wind rushed my foliage, or the birds danced my branches. But once upon a time, a black stallion came from the fog with a maiden. The maiden sang melodiously with a clear voice as if it’s a flowing water in a river. The stallion trotted towards me. They definitely were before my eye.
Then, they’re gone.
“This is lunatic, dear friend,” said a bird. “Are you kidding?”
Unfortunately I wasn’t. For the first time in my life, I wanted to run. It’d been a hundred days and I still wanting the maiden to come back and sing to me her song. Saddening days made my leaves fell to the forest floor.
The birds had always told me that people usually hurt each other. They also could hurt a tree.
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