Waking up the sun shone as bright as ever, while everyone else was still asleep I quickly went outside.

The birds were singing with their lovely voices,

The rose looked beautiful,

A way to say that they were happy,

The clouds were as clear as a crystal and the wind was cool,

Everything was quiet.

Suddenly I could see the tree falling.

I ran back and then there were men with huge saws, all sorts of horrible things ran through my mind,

So I ran up to them and asked, "are you guy lost or do you need help?"

They said with a smile.

"No thanks."

Before he could finish, I add "please don’t tell me you are going to cut that tree. Please don’t."

They looked at each other and then, "yes we are a problem."

I ran up to the the tree and climbed it.

They looked shocked, but I begged them not to,

It means everything to me,

That's where my mother would always take me before she passed.

Tears came running down my cheeks as I

pleaded    and     pleaded,

But to no avail.

They said, "little girl we are sorry but it's not in our hands",

with teary eyes I ran out as I couldn’t watch.