The Life of an Oak Tree Part 2

This is a continuation of the last blog post.

I was ecstatic! Finally, I was going to be numbered among the majestic oaks that grace the forests! But my peaceful days did not last for long. As has happened to almost every wood on Planet Earth, we began to see strange moving beings trampling through. Laughing and running children, throwing acorns at each other and picking at the bark of trees. Then older, more serious humans came, pacing around, examining trees and looking at flowers. My good friend, the maple, was the first to be examined. The man exclaimed, and called one of his fellows to look at it. There was something about those men that made me want to sink down into the earth and hide.

They finally went away, only to come again. This time they came with fearsome-looking pieces of metal. I cannot allow myself to think of what happened after that – I lost many good friends. I, fortunately, was at that time too small and insignificant to be noticed by those terrible men, so as a result, my life was spared on that horrible day. I kept growing, and I was 8 inches tall before spring was over.

(to be continued)