I have been here for years just sitting in this lonly part of the forest. Waiting for when the humans come and cut me down into pieces. I try to talk to other oak trees but they just stay quiet. I wonder if my life is always going to be like this. No animals to look at, when they see me they ran away. I'm just here waiting for my life to end. I hope to see better days and live on longer. But you and I both know that's not how life works for us trees.