I'd like to tell you a story about a tiny tree who is arrogant, foul-mouthed, rude, selfish, and annoying.
His cruelty knows no bounds, and he is the epitome of all that is evil and malicious.
He is a morally corrupted tree devoid of a pleasant personality.
Because of a single reason:
Jealousy!
For he could not bear the sight of the towering trees that loomed over him in the forest and the fact that those trees are the ones who took his friends away from him.
You cannot blame them after all; they prefer tall heights to the ground for various reasons.
Though these majestic trees were friendly and compassionate towards all, big or small, he remained indifferent to their kindness, knowing what they did to him.
His eyes were fixated on their height and grandeur, and with each passing day, his envy only grew stronger, eating away at his heart and clouding his vision.
No matter how the morning light arrives or how the moon rises, his venomous thoughts toward the tall trees persist.
He would constantly diminish their importance, making fun of their carefree spirit as they enjoyed the warmth of the sun.
He would even disrupt their peaceful slumber, relentlessly tormenting them to quench his insatiable thirst for revenge.
Not content with his twisted bickering against the tall trees, he would go to great lengths to ensure that they could not help anyone, not even the smallest trees or the creatures that relied on them.
His jealousy turned him into a heartless tyrant, set on spreading misery and suffering.
The tall trees are weary of his nonsensical ramblings and disturbed by his constant presence.
But they still want to help him turn his negative remarks into positive ones.
Despite this, he would always decline any kind of assistance.
They attempted to assist him several times, but he would retaliate if they got too close or sensed their kindness toward him.
He was jealous of the tall trees, which had the privilege of towering over the forest and seeing everything from a bird's-eye view.
With their lofty perch, they were always the first to bask in the warmth of the sun's rays, while he struggled to catch even a sliver of light amidst the dense foliage.
As he gazed up at the vast expanse of blue sky that they could see, he felt a deep sense of injustice that fate had granted them such an unfair advantage.
In his mind, their towering height was a gift, a divine boon that they had been chosen to receive, while he was left to deteriorate in the shadows.
This sense of inferiority drove him to resent them even more, and his heart burned with a seething envy that consumed his every thought.
Blinded by his envy and consumed by impatience, the one-year-old tree fails to see that he, too, will one day rise to the heights of the trees he admires.
He is haunted by doubt, racing to accomplish what he deems impossible, fueled by the notion that he will never mature.
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Leafy The Wanderer
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