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What am I?

In this dark environment with others of my kind, I was taken with the others and pushed into this blackness. How long I have been here I cannot say, it seems to be a long time. One day I was taken from this darkness and placed in what felt like a soft something or other that had been waiting especially for me.

More of this soft something was thrown in on top of me occasionally a dampness flooded in on me. I must say this dampness is wonderful, I feel myself expanding no not expanding and growing would be a much better description of my environment.

Below me I could feel protuberances leaving the underside of my body. A growth also shot out of the top of me. What am I is the question I ask myself. Who has taken all of the trouble to place me in this soft something and the dampness that comes regularly feeding me and causing me to grow. Who or what is behind it all?

The top part of me has now grown above the soft substance. For the first time I see light. I am not alone others of my kind are in pots and are all about my size. All ask the same question, what are we.  Where does the light go and where is this darkness coming from. We soon get used to the light and dark periods. The softness that soaks into the something we are embedded in is water. We all rely on this water.

Something has loosened the something that I am embossed in. I feel wonderful. I know that I am alive, a living something but what. One period of light I was taken with others of my kind and we were placed in more of the soft something. For the first time I realize that we are Trees. Freshly planted young trees grown by Humans to replant Forests.

The periods of light and darkness have changed somewhat. Now in the periods of light one feels warmth coming down from above. In the dark periods we feel coldness. Then awareness comes over us we are Trees, trees planted by humans to provide all kinds of things.

The others of our kind tell us that when we have reached a certain size we will be cut down and taken to what the humans call sawmills. We will be cut into planks of wood. From the wood houses will be made. Furniture to serve the humans will also be made from our bodies.

The seeds that we ourselves will when the time is ripe become collected and placed in dark containers and from the seeds life will again be planted in the forests. I have been told that my being chopped down will take place sometime in the far future I was to enjoy my life. Birds will make nests in my branches all kinds of growing things will accompany on our long lives mushrooms, berries and many other things.

 We will be one with what the humans call Nature, This is another new word that means very little to us but over the years we too will know many things that are hidden from us at the moment.