Oak

It all began with one delicate oak tree seed buried under the damp soil. Never been introduced to the big wonderful world. As the tiny seed grew stronger underneath the soil it began to sprout just above the surface. The new beautiful tree was cared and loved for by the affectionate people who planted the oak tree to begin with. Standing on a green hill one cloudless afternoon , young menacing children were heading towards the peaceful tree. These children decided to scratch,punch and pull the bark. Which left the young plant fragile and weak. A few years went by along with the harsh suffering the tree went through. Despite the oaks hurt it still grew taller and wider. For a couple years it was firm,tall and the children never seemed to visit anymore. By that time the Oak had grew stunning acorns which were strongly held by the brown branches. Unfortunately the children were teenagers by this time and made the decision to pay another haunting visit. The teenagers grabbed the sharp knifes from their cigarette filled pockets and cut the tree until it was scarred. Violently kicking ....kicking ...and kicking until a relieving ringing noise from one of their pockets. They had left hours later but the actions they had made, caused a lot of damage and scars to the tree. All it's precious acorns had fell. One by one the leafs lazily dropped to the ground. The once strong gorgeous tree is now just wood....in a field ...on its own. The oak tree had nothing left of it , it was empty. Acorns will take years to grow back and they will never be as strong again. Damaged by the strangers , disrespected,hurt,scarred and empty. The Oak was never the same again.