my branches stretch as I awaken from my slumber
leaves touching the sky, a day unlike any
other
the birds are singing their song,
though something seems very wrong..
it’s not normal to leave early when I have lovely branches to sit on.
I hear noises from down below,
right where my roots pierce through the dirt.
why are all these people gathered around me?
they use a tool that really hurts!
at my skin they pound and pound,
the grip of my roots tighten under the ground.
what do they think they’re doing?
I scream but do not make a sound.
my roots are going numb,
I hear the metallic sounds of machinery hum,
I feel something hacking away at me—
Its rhythm almost like a drum.
THWACK!
THWACK!
THWACK!
I think I’m starting to lose too much sap-
THWACK!
THWACK!
THWACK!
my bones break with a sickening crack.
in one last attempt at survival,
I reach my leaves up towards the sky,
but I couldn’t get within its grasp,
my body falls and hits the grass.
Jan 27
Jan 27, 2026 at 1:12 AM UTC
my branches stretch as I awaken from my slumber
leaves touching the sky, a day unlike any
other
the birds are singing their song,
though something seems very wrong..
it’s not normal to leave early when I have lovely branches to sit on.
I hear noises from down below,
right where my roots pierce through the dirt.
why are all these people gathered around me?
they use a tool that really hurts!
at my skin they pound and pound,
the grip of my roots tighten under the ground.
what do they think they’re doing?
I scream but do not make a sound.
my roots are going numb,
I hear the metallic sounds of machinery hum,
I feel something hacking away at me—
Its rhythm almost like a drum.
THWACK!
THWACK!
THWACK!
I think I’m starting to lose too much sap-
THWACK!
THWACK!
THWACK!
my bones break with a sickening crack.
in one last attempt at survival,
I reach my leaves up towards the sky,
but I couldn’t get within its grasp,
my body falls and hits the grass.
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