His life as a tree was so much better, live free in the wild, grow tall not be answerable to anyone.
He wondered about humans, how horrible their life was - almost machine like; obsessed with making money.
And here he was, free with nothing to do while nature took care of everything; infact, he was nature himself.
He could enjoy his time out in the open and relax.
But no, there was those noisy humans again, don't come near me, he thought furious.
'Splash', some kids ran having spilt onto him colors whilst playing; grrr... those humans, little demons!
No such thing as peace.
ReplyDeleteThe tree is lucky it is only paint and not a saw...
ReplyDeletePut me in mind of the ancient Druids and their sacred Oaks. Excellent take all the way around!
ReplyDeleteHumans! Pah! Never mind, they'll be gone soon
ReplyDeleteIf trees really were sentient, they'd be among the most patient creatures anywhere--and perhaps the most fearful!
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