Tree
I was descended from a soft finger. I hit the ground with a swift. It pained a lot. I was buried with a few stones and hope. I felt wetness after a while. My skin started to peel apart. I felt the pain of emerging out. I broke the stones, came up from the ground hitting the sky. a small part protruded from my body. I had two of them. I faced the sunlight, the raindrop, the snowfall. As time passed by, I grew up a lot higher, I met a lot of people. they stood under me during the summer and winter. after ages, I became an asset to society. They pluck my body parts, It pains a lot, yet that’s important for their survival. One day I was cut apart and throw me into the bin. My life ended over there with my roots facing the sky and my head upward in the dustbin.
