I get ripped from my tree and thrown into the wind. I don't know how long it lasted. It feels like its been hours but its probably been 5 minutes.
Then finally I fall to the ground. At first I was mad I had to leave but I like this place better. Sun beating right at me. Lake to my left. The forest to my right. And finally no humans or what they bring to the environment. It was all I could have ever dreamed of.
However I'm not in the ground yet just on top of it. I have to get in their somehow.
Hours past and I still have not gotten in. It looks like it's gonna rain tomorrow. Night falls swiftly after it starts slightly raining.
In the middle of the night I wake up to the sound of a stamped and within minutes I saw them. The saviors who would push me into the ground. Deer!
Finally in the ground I could wait to grow.
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The life of a tree
Short StoryTitle explains all. I'm doing a challenge of writing a book with no characters. While technically the tree is a character it's not a human or animal. It is a pretty short story. Just a fun little challenge
