An Interview With a Tree

As I walked through the forest, I come across a dying tree. I heard loud and clear, how are you my friend. I am by myself, am I hearing things~I said out loud. It is me your friend, a dying oak tree. Oh my, a tree is talking to me. Yes~I am old and at the end of my life span. I guess as a tree you have seen many changes, yes~from life to people. The birds loved to build their nests, and have their families in my branches. In the fall the squirrels hid their nuts, and I kept them warm in the cold winters. The kids loved to climb me each summer, and I loved to hear them laugh. Why are you dying, are you sick. I am not sick, I am worn out. You see, some cut my branches for fun and for firewood. When I was young, I kept growing. Then they kept cutting, more and more each year. I could not keep up, now my days are few. I am dying, my life has been fulfilled.