siggy's first page of her book

still has to be proofread and all that XD<br><br><br><br>There it stood, the most beautiful oak tree I had ever seen. The bark spoke a long life story contrasted by the leaves that come and go between the seasons. My eyes were fixated by it. I couldn’t understand how something that was so lifeless that was supposed to be of hardly any significance could make so much more sense, more of a purpose than the human race. The tree had it’s purpose and carried it out without a complaint. It beat all of the odds and never had a fear of anything. Trees weren’t afraid of dying, of losing, or of living. How can we be so intelligent when this tree had outlived all of us and carried on without a doubt?<br> Interrupting my thought process, I heard footsteps. “Hun, you want some water or something?â€