Well here I am, all alone now. I'm the last tree here. What was a 250 acre forest is now just me. I'm surrounded by all of the cut down trees who used to be my friends. Even the 300 year old red oak is now gone. I don't know why the loggers left me standing. I'm a very tall pine tree that would bring a lot of money for them. But as the days go by I see my fallen friends go one by one loaded on a truck and taken to the mill. There's nothing I can do now, just grow I guess.
nice dillan sounds like somehting you would write about (being alone) hahaha
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