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9153 days it took to grow this tree.
It started small; a thin, brittle trunk
Delicate leaves and branches that easily broke
But grew with time and experience.

Red leaves and small spots on the trunk
Sprouted over time.
The tree grew taller and wiser
And began to smile as it got older

People would attempt to cut the tree down
They would hack and slash
And try to take the tree down.
But  they would give up and the tree never fell.

On the 9153rd day, a man came with a truly terrifying axe.
He swung and swung. For 730 days he swung.
A cancer grew from where the axe struck the trunk.
The man grew tired and dropped his axe.

The tree had a tremendous cut out of her trunk.
The cancer spread at an incredible pace.
It reached its deathly tendons up the trunk of the tree.
“Fuck you. You’ll fall,” the man told the tree.

When the man left, the tree began to cry.
Her beautiful leaves disappeared and her bright color
Faded and became a pale shade of vomit
And sorrow.

The tree began to weep.
She reached down with a branch
And picked up the cancerous axe.
“I don’t have a choice,” she sobbed.

The tree hacked at her already gaping cut.
With each swing she cringed and cried.
Her trunk split and cracked
And she toppled over.

The man came back after hearing that the tree fell.
“I knew you’d come down,” he said.
He dragged the tree away
A trail of leaves and tears in her wake.