We shall not move. We stand firmly in the ground;
watching the world go by, surviving whatever the cost and whatever they throw
at us. No man nor horse nor moving silver shall stand in our way. Our leaves
once proudly fuelled us into blossom each spring, thrived throughout summer and
provided shelter in autumn for many a creature. Our branches, though now leafless,
draw water from the ground that they have not yet found, our secret supply. Our
roots are tough and draw strength from Mother Earth, allowing us to stand tall in
the wind and their polluted rain. Though they have tried to part us many a
time; we shall always overcome them and one day unite with our brothers and
make the forest whole again, breaking through this hard centre and rising high
to the sun itself. We shall seal off their passage and will not move.
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