I am an old tree that has just moved to a new home. I am surrounded by a group of short and lovely young trees.
Although these babies don't talk to me, my other good friends often talk to me. Monkeys, sloths and koalas often climb on me to play. These good friends are sure to run away before class. Class time is the most boring. The teacher of the biological baby is the fastest growing tree among them. That tree is to teach everyone how to grow as tall and strong as it is. But for me, it's just a daze, because I'm an old tree.
I stand here every day, straight and motionless. I often see people passing by me, and they will only come to destroy it. When I reach out to feed my good friends, they will cut off my hand and do whatever they want. Seeing these people makes me want to get angry. Fortunately, I had my best time. Playing with friends is the happiest time of my day.
We help them grab the soil, so there will be no mudslides; We let them breathe clean and fresh oxygen; We keep small animals alive, so they can have food. Without us, mankind would not be here.
I hope that one day, I can take revenge, let them know how important we are, let them know how bad they are, and let them always notice us.