Once Was a Tree

Once was a tree Not just any ordinary tree. Once was introduced to a world of no worries for tomorrow. Once was a special tree so said those who planted me. Once grew without knowledge of my purpose on earth. I guess it's nature. To survive, from birth. All I needed was nurture. Once friends I had would converse with I in the woodlands. Once we would bow due to the wind blows in the woodlands. Once I survived death from wild fires. Once time came when the OWNER of the woodlands ordered to cut down the trees grown enough to be processed. Once in my life said GOODBYE to my friends I thought I'll have for the rest of my life. Once I felt the wrath of death. But on the bright side of it, my life purpose was revealed. Once my life has new meaning. To provide tangible substance to the world is my purpose on earth, after processing. Once again the OWNER will choose my future from here. Once Was A Tree....