I started as a seed falling into the wind. I drifted along until I found the ground. The sun shined on me and the rain fell. I burst open and sent a root into the earth. I pushed up and down, my sprout reaching for the sky and for the deep cool earth. I drew strength and grew. Once or twice I was cut back, but I kept going. Months passed then years, birds began to sit I my branches and people rested under my shade. I watched the seasons pass until I could almost touch the clouds. I sprouted blossoms and shed my own seed into the wind. Now I see in the distance other trees like me. Perhaps one day our roots will meet and our limbs will touch. Then we can tell our stories about how we  became a tree.