As a tree, I have lived a long and prosperous life and am very saddened that my days of living have come to an end. As I reflect on my life, I have so many wonderful memories that no tree under 600 years old could ever experience. I was planted as a little seedling in a church cemetery in New Jersey. The people who planted me, prayed over me that I may one day give shade to those in need. I can remember that day as clear as the bright blue sky that stood above me. I was so excited and ready to do my job in making shade for people at the cemetery, I wanted to start right away. I waited and waited for the day I was going to become the most beautiful white oak tree in the cemetery, but did not realize how long it takes for trees to grow. It takes
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That’s about a foot a year! But, during my years as a young tree I had no idea. I started out as a little acorn excited for the adventure ahead and could not wait to see the world above the dirt.
As I grew older I sprouted out of the ground and saw glorious sights. I saw the grass swaying in the wind, birds chirping, and people come and go as they pleased. I noticed though, that most of the people who came to visit the cemetery were crying, and I wondered what for? There was a 100-year-old Trident Maple tree planted beside me, he was the biggest tree in the cemetery and had the most beautiful big leaves I have ever seen. His named was Sap and he told me people come to the cemetery to bury the people they love. Learning this I became upset and wanted to help these people feel happy by becoming the most beautiful tree I could be. Each day I would try my best to stretch myself and try to grow as fast as I could, but again, growing takes time. Ten years into my life I was starting to make progress in my growth and strength as a tree. I was 15 feet tall and knew …show more content…
It was towards the end of summer, but the sun was blistering hot. I stood so proud and high knowing that one of the most important people in America’s History was using my shade for comfort. I remember people sitting underneath my shade on the other side of the cemetery walls talking about the President. I found out the President was the leader of the people in America and he was coming to have an important picnic under me right outside the cemetery! I was so excited, on the day he came I listened in as closely as I could to the President and Lafayette the man he was meeting talking so I wouldn’t miss out on anything the most important person in America was talking about. The President and Lafayette discussed the American Revolutionary War, and Washington wanted Lafayette to be on his side of the war, which he agreed to gleefully. Since that day, I have felt like the most important tree in America, well if not America then in New Jersey. A church was built right beside the cemetery and more and more trees were being planted beside me as I grew older. By the age of 580, I knew that my time was coming to an end. I could tell I was dying because my trunk would no longer take water and my leaves were no longer growing. I tried to survive as long as possible, but there was no hope. Two weeks after I turned 600 I was chopped down and now remain as a stump. I know I can no longer provide the shade I once did, but I believe I have a
That’s about a foot a year! But, during my years as a young tree I had no idea. I started out as a little acorn excited for the adventure ahead and could not wait to see the world above the dirt.
As I grew older I sprouted out of the ground and saw glorious sights. I saw the grass swaying in the wind, birds chirping, and people come and go as they pleased. I noticed though, that most of the people who came to visit the cemetery were crying, and I wondered what for? There was a 100-year-old Trident Maple tree planted beside me, he was the biggest tree in the cemetery and had the most beautiful big leaves I have ever seen. His named was Sap and he told me people come to the cemetery to bury the people they love. Learning this I became upset and wanted to help these people feel happy by becoming the most beautiful tree I could be. Each day I would try my best to stretch myself and try to grow as fast as I could, but again, growing takes time. Ten years into my life I was starting to make progress in my growth and strength as a tree. I was 15 feet tall and knew …show more content…
It was towards the end of summer, but the sun was blistering hot. I stood so proud and high knowing that one of the most important people in America’s History was using my shade for comfort. I remember people sitting underneath my shade on the other side of the cemetery walls talking about the President. I found out the President was the leader of the people in America and he was coming to have an important picnic under me right outside the cemetery! I was so excited, on the day he came I listened in as closely as I could to the President and Lafayette the man he was meeting talking so I wouldn’t miss out on anything the most important person in America was talking about. The President and Lafayette discussed the American Revolutionary War, and Washington wanted Lafayette to be on his side of the war, which he agreed to gleefully. Since that day, I have felt like the most important tree in America, well if not America then in New Jersey. A church was built right beside the cemetery and more and more trees were being planted beside me as I grew older. By the age of 580, I knew that my time was coming to an end. I could tell I was dying because my trunk would no longer take water and my leaves were no longer growing. I tried to survive as long as possible, but there was no hope. Two weeks after I turned 600 I was chopped down and now remain as a stump. I know I can no longer provide the shade I once did, but I believe I have a