This is a story from way before.
A young man decided to uproot a Sherman seedling and transplanted it in the forest.
Each time they went hunting, he always made sure to remove other plants growing near it.
Time passes.
The tree rises big to reach the sunlight while the boy grew into a fine young man. The man builds connections and made his own family gradually forgetting that once upon a time he planted a tree.
A hundred years passed since then.
In the middle of the forest, roots a magnificent tree. It is time, it mysteriously thought.
Not far from it in a remote village, a man lay on his death bed.
"Elder we will miss you"
"Child don't worry, we will all meet again someday." gasped the old man as he took his last breath.
The village mourns.
It was a small community and he holds a high standing among the people so the chief decided to cut the big tree in the forest.
"Chief, I remember when we were young, he planted a tree in the forest. Last time I hunted it seems to be big enough".
"Chief I agree, this is better than the other trees".
"Yes, that tree can accompany the elder".
As the villagers prepare to cut the tree, in the forest, the winds are whispering.
A hundred life is not bad, the tree mused. He grew up in a peaceful environment with lots of sunshine. He cannot move like humans, but he witnessed a lot in life.
There was this incident that it cannot forget.
During its youth, a pair of canary birds built their nest on his crown. Their eggs hatched, but one seems to not respond. A week passed and those hatched birds grew wings and the family moved away from the nest, leaving this one egg.
Yet that night, a miracle happened, the egg moved and a baby bird was born. The tree thought it might not survive. Life is harsh and small animals like this one often died. With uncertainty, the tree tried its best to shelter the newborn from the cold. Luckily, it was summer and the night is not as cold. Had it been any other times it might not have made it even if its' leaves were thick and can block most of the wind and cold.
As the day passes the tree made sure to look after the youngling. It sent little worms, ants, and insects for it to feed. The baby bird, driven by his instinct, ate on his own. As time passes, he grew wings and flew away. The tree thought he might not return.
Winter and fall went by, then summer came. The tree was surprised that the little bird returned together with a partner. They settled on its branch. His offspring flew away, some returned, and some did not. Until the day it was hunted by a hunter.
Life is a cycle, and he knew that he is lucky to have lived till his 15th year before being served on a plate.
Extra: POINT OF VIEW OF THE BIRD ADOPTED BY A TREE
I was a small chick and I did not remember most of it, but I remember the cold and the emptiness when I was born. It was cold, but a warm blanket warded off the wind so it was tolerable. I felt my body shiver so I stayed in my shell until dawn arrived, when the sun come did I leave the shell.
During that time a small thing crawled in the nest and I automatically thought it was food. I looked at it curiously jumping from all the angles before taking a bite. This kind of situation happened frequently and I felt like something is wrong. Thinking, how come there are so many foods? But who cares, the food is good, better grab it before they crawl away.
After another day I grow most of my feathers and it was not as cold anymore.
One day, I saw my kind in the sky with their wings wide open gliding in the air. I felt like I should belong there so I opened my wings for the first time and flap them. I failed a couple of times and when I thought I was finally succeeding, I slip on the tree and fell. Fearing, I closed my eyes, but when I open them again, I felt the air. My wings were wide open as I flap them to the sky. I saw my nest and in the distance, it is a magnificent tree with lush leaves.
After one last glance, I flapped my wings and joined the flock.
As I traveled with them, I learned that I was abandoned. I realized I lived differently than the others. There is a thing called family, but I was alone. I cannot believe them so I left and so far I have not seen anyone like me.
During my travels, I meet someone. We traveled until I brought her back to my nest. We were migratory birds, but I choose to stay in the nest. I felt like this is where I should belong.
My partner was older than me so she left first. Most of the kids went away following adventure or their spouse's family. Some stayed with me. Overall, it has been a good life.
Thinking about my travels, I witnessed a lot, so when an arrow shot at me from nowhere, I felt shocked, but at the same time, I accepted my fate. Life in the forest is the survival of the fittest. Like that tiger one time. I thought he was the king in the area, but a hunter hunted his head as a wedding trophy. My wife too, sometimes I hunted some bugs for her.
End.