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style="text-indent:.5in"There I stood, scanning the forest floor. Nothing important was down there, but do you have any embetter/em ideas things i am capable of doing? I would gladly be open to ideas of what to do besides be a tree, but the fact that I am rooted to one spot is something to consider.
Suddenly, a gust of terribly hot wind beat me so hard, that I'm lucky I did not get knocked down, so there I still stood, towering over the remains of how terrible and dangerous the world has become.
The sound of crinkling leaves was the only noise that echoed through what was left the depressingly, empty, forest. But a mere sapling twas I, but still was I standing proud and tall amongst just 2 dozen living trees. emYes/em, I am a tree, andem
yes/em, the world is definitely coming to a sudden stop. I can gladly admit I was scared. You would know trees as empowerful/em, emstrong/em,em
beautiful/em, emfearless/em, but since I was just a sapling, I didn't necessarily hold all of those traits. Time is precious in the last hours./p