Flash Fiction. From Seed to Saw

From Seed to Saw

When I first broke through the dirt, the blades of grass waved at me from above. It wasn’t long until they danced at my feet.

I first saw Man when I was still thin and limber. They were small and cheerful and played around the forest. I can still hear their laughter even now.

Man took the first of my friends when I was wide and steady. A horrible machine came that belched smoke and fire and chewed through our bark with iron teeth. I can still hear my fellow’s screams even now.

They came for me when I my head brushed the clouds and my trunk was ringed with age. They climbed me like a mountain and split me from both sides. As I fell and lost sight of the sun I made a crashing roar. But no one seemed to hear it.