This short story is what if we do not chomp down pine! What if we murder them while other trees watch? What would happen? Now onto the story!
A long time ago in a forest of red, orange, and purple. Seedlings sprouted from red maples. All around a yard they lived and pollinated. For years this was how it was done. Until one day a big rainstorm came. All of the red maple roots were established except for one. He just fell on the ground laying there.
With no roots to hold it in place. It traveled far with the rain. The rain pushed it away from trees like him. It pushed him for days on end. Never stopping as the earth flooded downhill.
The rain pushed him in the middle of a great forest of pines. The rain stopped and his roots took off. The pines towered over him.
He watched as young saplings started to sprout along with him. Unlike a lot of the other seedlings. He survived against all the odds of dying in the winter months.
Surviving the winter, he a young tree takes its first breath. It was the only tree that was not a pine tree in the forest. He was a red maple. Alone in this forest with only pines. He makes tons of friends with the other sapling pines.
Things started to change. He watched as the older his friends grew. They start to grow into big strong pines. He felt all alone being the only tree of his kind. His friends were all tall. While he was looked down upon. He had short thin branches. Nothing like how great his friends were. There brunches were full and thick.
Soon it all changed. His friends got greener and spiker. That was the danger of it all. People started noticing their long green spiky branches. The strange pale things came to the forest. They came into the forest during the great frost. Feeling up his friends all the while he could do nothing.
While his friends grow big and green. His beauty stood there shining through the forest. As the years past his leaves turned red, orange, and purple. Unlike the other trees which people came to look at year after year to look at. He was forgotten. They wanted nothing to do with him.
He was forgotten year after year. The humans came during the spring. He moved his branches to touch the light. He shined through the forest. They never looked at him. He was always the forgotten tree.
As the years went by the humans came to look at his friend's branches. He would make his leaves touch the sun. Red shines onto the forest floor. The humans take one look at him and huff. They move away from him. Looking at "The great pines." He felt saddened that no one wanted him.
The years pass by the same way. Until one year as a mature tree. He did nothing he gave up hope of ever being noticed. The humans did not even notice him. His branches hung low in his sadness.
Christmas time was coming. The weather was getting colder. He could feel himself freeze as the frost comes each day.
He could feel fear as the days go past him. He just knew this year was going to be different. With his friends being tall, big, bushy pines. He felt like something bad was going to happen to them.
The great frost came. He shed his clothes and froze as the winter frost hit them all hard. While he froze his friends seemed to shake out their branches. Feeling the cold breeze on them always felt freeing to them.
A day came with tons of snow on the ground. It was unlike any other day. He could feel it in his roots. As his roots froze so hard he could not move.While he froze more his friends looked so beautiful. With the snow on their heavy branches, they looked magnificent when the sun hit them just right.
That is when a strange sound came. Thump thump the sound came closer. Almost like a herd of elephants were coming. He felt fear take a hold of him, and he knew something bad was going to happen.
Being frozen he can do nothing. As he watches the humans tie orange strings to all of his friends. His friends, the pines seem to like it. As they buff up their branches making them all look taller.
The humans tie orange strings to all the pines. They quickly finish and leave. He knew in his roots that something bad was going to happen very soon. If he could shake with his fear, he would.
It was a bright sunny day that would change everything…
The day started out as a bright snowy day but it would quickly change…
The humans come back in a flurry of movement. They bring with them long tools like things.
Everything was going well. Even with the humans invading the forest.
It quickly changed. As the weather turned dark. Almost as if the earth was giving a warning to them all. A warning of what? He wondered. Not that he could do much with being frozen and all.
It was going alright until the humans pulled the long tools. A ggggg sound comes to life. Is the tool alive? He wonders in his head. The sound almost sounds like a human. He feels fear go through his branches. If he could move he would run away and protect his friends. He always knew the hand had an unhealthy relationship with his friends.
The gggggg sound comes closer and closer. Too close for their comfort. Before too long screams are heard.
He can do nothing but watch as the tool. Came down upon the pine tree cutting down their branches Screams are heard they are so loud. If he had hands, he would be covering them over his roots.
The screams haunt him. As he watches his friends get murdered in front of his very eyes. Their pieces fly and hit his dead branches. Sticking to him with the blood of his friends.
He feels horrified at what he just saw. After his friends bleed to death. His friends' blood is all over the humans. After they are murdered, they take off some of their arms. They then drag them away as if they were not alive. Gone everyone of his friends. Murdered before his very own eyes.
Before he was happy. Christmas was a time to be joyous. Yet his bark becomes sad. He was all alone. His bark makes him look horrified. Hearing their screams was haunting.
In a forest all alone he sits feeling dead. Never wanting to see another human. His tears go down his bark making him seem even more in pain.
If he could, he would scream from all the pain and torment.
Spring comes yet all his vibrant colors disappeared. He was never the same again. His bark remains bleak in his misery, never the same again. All alone forever. For that day changed his life forever.