The tree of life
As I am a small little tree taken away from my forest my fallow trees are in the hands of giants. With little dirt.Or water
All of my leaves are as green as grass. With my little berch stem. And my little cutie sticks
As the giants hold my roots. In place.But now my leaves are turning brown.
Because I have no water now slowly one by one. They all fall down hidden away in the dark niss.Now as Im dying I must say goodbye word
By manawa
hi I'm back this is a story about the tree of life we had to make a story about the tree of life and I had no plan at all so now I will say goodbye
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