The night is dark in the valley. The wind is blowing against a tree. It seems to only attack this simple plant. It is not the tallest, not the strongest, it doesn't have such a great scent. It is just a tree similar as so many. It is just a tree that the wind chose ignoring its plea. It is just a seed not as strong as the wind. It's just a seed that didn't ask for anything. Yet the wind chose this because he was weaker than him. The wind chose it and the rest agreed to persecute the smaller tree. This tree will lose some branches and leaves because of this wind. But it will grow stronger and make new ones that will beat the wind and then the wind won't attack it anymore. And the tree will be stronger than he ever was before.
But did this tree need to be strong. No it is wrong. The tree was just a seed. A seed shouldn't have to plead. A seed shouldn't have to see and take what the wind did make. But because of this wind the seed is now a big and strong tree that everyone can see... Never forgetting about this story.
I wrote this late at night so I'm not sure if it makes sense but I hope it does...
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Stories of a teenager
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