Ya I m a tree....the place where I was born was osm.. rainy days.. everywhere friends.. but after a little later..some of the elder trees were missing.. it was by the man who came with an axe chopped off them .. I thought y he is not chopping me then I realised that he cuts big trees and not the plants like me .....n here with all these in forest I spent my childhood.
Ha 1 fine day I was just abt a little Hight I was not grown but yet some1 uprooted me took me somewhere.. I felt very bad leaving all my friends but no other choice.. then the next place where I went was fully barren actually some 2 or three plants were ther who accompanied me so I spent my next part of my life ther.. I guess I finished my life ther.. those days I used to wait for rain and some day some people used to water me ....then next actually I had become big my head touched the roof of some home and hence the people around me thought to cut me off ....here I thought my life ended but noooooo .
After cutting me off they dragged me and threw me in some park then I guess some people took me in a lorry to a big godown ther many trees like me were cut off they said their story and I told mine... actually all my leaves ,flowers , small stems ,all were decomposed in park itself I was only a branch now all branches like me wondered what happens next ...daily they used to check us and take a darker 1 and made them chairs, teapoys ,tables etc etc one fine day they took me and made me a walking stick because all of me was sap wood so they threw all my sap took my needful part and made me a walking stick then some of my friends were also made walking sticks then again they too all of us in a lorry and put us in a place ..........
Then daily we used to chat and finish our day as usual daily one of my frd would go unseen then it was my turn abt 70 years old grandpa took me paying some money to my owner ......it was the next part of my life which I njoyed a lot speaking with grandpa's cot TV stand ..sofas ,chairs ,windows ,n doors grandpa used to take me to some park daily ther with trees small plants I actually had so much fun I felt I would be a walking stick forever .....then after 5 6 days also grandpa dint take me I was full of dirt he dint clean me to then I got to know tat he was dead then I was thrown as people don't keep the dead people things ... tat too which r not of any use ...n I thought here my life ends but I was a manure ...I gave birth to a young plant n my life as a young plant continues ....
....here my question ......is ther any end ????
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