The Guardian Tree

I was born under a full moon,
With birds chirping a tasteful tune.
I knew I was born with a fate,
As no others were born with me.
I grew like the bamboos – fast and tall.
My bark was rough, and my branches made shelter
And soon, I was the tallest tree to bloom,
Taller than the mountains with a white tip.

I saw the first of them,
‘Humans’ were the name I gave them.
At first, I thought they carry no dangers,
As they seemed small and harmless.
But one day, they started cutting down my friends,
And even my seedlings and relatives.
Everyone around fell but me,
Is this the fate I have to accept?