A tree's life

I’m planted in the cool, wet soil.

Some days, it rains, helping me grow bigger.

I have now grown a little larger, several meters high.

My old bark has come to its time, and falls away.

I am fully grown now, about 45 metres tall, and I feel on top of the world.

Storms come in every now and again, trying to pull me down.

But I'm like a metal bar.

I  see construction around me.

They’re building a house.

I  end up on the edge of the yard, and I feel like I'm part of the family.

I see the kids running around, with the parents watching.

It’s beautiful.

I see the kids aging over the years.

Different people come, the parties, the injuries, and I feel left out.

And just as I'm getting to the end of my lifespan, something happens.

One of the kids, now an adult, runs up to me, crying. He hugs me.

And the next day, a man with a chainsaw comes and cuts me down. It’s over.