As the Tree Grows

From a seed
Weak at first
Nothing but a twig
Swaying dangerously in the wind
Hardly able to hold one's self up

What are you now
A giant among us
A shelter for others
An all around silent friend
Nothing else can top you

They come with their axes
The metallic blades
Ripping you and twisting you
In a flash you've been set back hundreds of years
Turned into fuel for a fire

What a life.