If I were a poem of a tree.

If I were a tree, I would sprout as early as possible in spring and be the first to grow fresh green leaves to tell people that spring is coming. If I were a tree, in summer, I would open a big umbrella for people to escape the heat, let the children play under the tree, and let the old people put a good table of chess here. If I were a tree, in autumn, I would hang all kinds of fruits on the branches, such as apples, Sydney, lemons and peaches ... so that everyone can eat sweet fruits. If I were a tree, I wouldn't be angry even if someone cut some branches from me for firewood in winter, because I want people to spend the cold winter warmly. If I were a tree, when Christmas comes, I will hang small colored lights on my branches like a pine tree to make myself as beautiful as a pine tree. If I were a tree, I would hang bags of grain, including millet, wheat, red beans, mung beans, rice and soybeans, on the branches in the famine years. If I were a tree, when Children's Day comes, I will grow fun toys, including trains, football, deformed toys that boys like, skipping rope, shuttlecock and fiberglass that girls like. These toys are very interesting. But life always has an end. One summer, I was uprooted and transported to a paper mill. I know, this is the last moment of my life! I also know exactly what I will look like when I go in. I will become a piece of paper, a blank sheet of paper. Although I died, I lived happily. Source: Life Times