You've Got a Friend in Me

The tree was unwanted. It knew this was true for men with sharp, angry sounding machines came to it one sunny afternoon. The tree did not know why it was unwanted. Had it failed to provide shade? Did it fail to provide oxygen? All the tree was sure of was the men and their machines. They came, they cut, and they left the tree only a tiny stump. No longer did it stand tall among the others, but it sank amongst the shadows in a dark pool of its former splendor. The tree began to sag with the feeling of abandonment. Suddenly whispers filtered along the breeze to the trees. Mossy began to climb up and sit with the tree. Mushrooms and grass soon followed along with tiny flowers. The tree looked around at its new found family and stood up straighter. It was no longer alone. It was teeming with life and friends.