The Depressing Tree – By: JP

This is the story of the very depressing tree outside my window. When I was born my parents planted a tree for me. As the years go by the tree that was planted for me is dying.

As I lay on my bed and look out the window I feel as weak as the tree. It sickens me that I couldn’t do anything to save the tree that was there for me. As I look at the tree for one last time I realize it had a rougher life than mine. I was protected all my life but the tree was not protected, because it was impossible for me to protect it.

As life goes on there is always something to remind me of the tree that meant so much to me.