That's All I Have to Say for Now: A Book of Snippets [Random Updates]

47. What's a Tree to Do?

He sits in the barely nutritious soil surrounded by the thick patch of grass, its too lush blades cut perfectly uniform. As usual, it takes in more than its share of the water they all need to ration.

This will make the park more attractive, he overheard the humans say when They dug out his friends to make space for it.

The cloud drifts away, and he can feel the sun's rays through his leaves. His limbs quiver in appreciation.

At least They can't take Sun away, he thinks.

A sudden chill runs through his trunk all the way to the tips of his roots.

Or could They?