Little Tree

Once there was a tree named Gir he was a pondarosa tree, his lush green needles shaded parts of grass. He was tall and mighty and could see the whole entire world with his height. At least that he thought. To be honest Gir was puny and small his height was 30cm tall and was called names like Puny, little tree, Pondyi and stick. Gir was surrounded by big humongous trees 20 feet tall and five feet wide. He was always sad. His only friend was Tim he was about the same size as Gir and was Girs only person to talk to.



The only thing that kept Gir happy was the melody of the mixed birds in the hot sun day. The only thing he did was just to stand up straight and breath in the carbon dioxide. He didn't get that much Co2 because all the big trees would absorb all of that carbon dioxide goodness.



When it was night time everything was dead only the faint sound of crickets could be heard and the dark night made the forest go pitch black. The only light in the forest was the white shinning stars lit up the sky. When morning came it was like life came back the birds started chirping and the sun shone with vibrate colours of red orange, a hint of pink and yellow.



Today was the same thing I get teased by trees, get only little carbon, and hear the birds chirp there beautiful song of melodies. but nothing like that happened..... The trees where quiet and didn't tease me, the birds song didn't play the whole world felt like it was dead until I heard a loud shriek across the forest. The trees mumbled and talked in wonder of what is was. Then the word came to me and Tim. There was a bug that would suck the life out of you. This deadly bug was called the pine beetle.



Today I was on high alert. Everyone was.... I didn't fall to sleep and didn't eat y daily carbon I didn't want to let my guard down. On the other hand Tim the tree was carefree and happy. He started making jokes like " how did the Pine beetle tried to eat us? To quench the beetles appetite!" He laughed and talked to me a to a long time. Until the night he was out like a tree drinking to much rain water. My branches started to stiffen from the intense lookout of the pine beetle. My mind just shut down.



The next day I was refreshed and ready to look for the ink black beetle. I looked to my side where Tim is placed. His branches where crimson red and his bark was oozing with yellow sap. He wasn't well. Tim's voice was faint and crinkled. He slowly said " hey Gir i th think i have the beetle in me... well i hope you don't get it...." Tim was then quiet with no response. My branches felt like it was chopped and sawed in a million pieces. My only friend in the whole in tire life was gone.



Day by day more trees died from the beetle virus. The daily fly news was how the beetle was spreading like a forest fire. Lots of fellow acquaintance trees died with this beetle and by the month. My mind was always focused on how the beetle would get me in my sleep then probably by the next day.I can tell by when my trunk starts to seep with sun yellow sap and when my branches start to stiffen also with the side affect of dehydration. I feel then a sharp pain in my left side branches then only about ten little pine cones fall. I also have multiple nightmares of the black bettles digging in my trunk then suck the sap out of me and then create million passages of wholes. Then i think that the bettle hasn't got me but then slowly devour me and by the next day me little body couldn't withstand the ozzing stress of the sap flow. Then by the day when i doze to sleep i can only see black and then my mind disconnects from me. Then i never wake up. This felling just gives me the shivers.

When month by year by day only a few hundred trees survived. Some still had the beetle in them and the ground was covered with red needles and broken branches. Then one week later a colossal over casted me. I looked up and animal that had a yellow shell on it's head wearing a bright yellow and orange suit. My pine needles stood up straight like a bamboo branch. I tried not to make and movements. As the strange looking animals marched in with shiny sharp devices that chopped down the dead trees and parts. Then after a few hours later a loud roar could be overheard from the hillside. As i tried to look another strange thing came. It had four ink circular bottom that made the device move with a clear transparent wall that also had a tube spewing out black smoke. Then the device stopped. I was relieved that it wouldn't crush me into twigs. While the strange yellow capped animals heaved pieces of dead infected trees into a silver square container I was planted to the ground and watched [ hey, I am a tree I can't walk i just stand and watch!] As another few hours came part of the forest around me was spotless. Then the animal striped yellow and orange suit yanked out Tim before you could say " Ponderosa". I was fascinated by this animals straight to pull my lifeless friend out. I was hopeless just standing here all alone.


As I was locked to the ground I experienced nothing special only the fact was that I was the only survivor in this gloomy forest. Then days and months came by. Waiting, waiting , waiting for something to happen.

I woke up to the sound of the language so called English. My mind was boggled at the sight. Two animals dressed in human like clothes carried sacks of materials. As they dropped the two sacks they started to dig in the ground. I was watching in wonder of what they where doing? Then i saw them put little baby ponderosa seeds in the moist ground. It was such a sight to behold. As few minutes go by a seed is planted near me. I was trying to make my needles not fall from the hot dessert like ground they poured some water on me and the fellow seedlings. My tree branches wanted to move in thanks of the liquid but i couldn't my mind was to busy on other things.

Year by year The seedlings grow between each marked stick row on row. As i watched the seeds to becoming little trees like me i grow bigger better. Stronger. Now I am one of the old wise trees with many stories to share. But which story should i tell next?

With the courage i had to endure the pine beetle and the determination to not give up I am one happy big tree.