The Perfect Tree

It was a perfect tree, in a perfect forest.
Standing majestic, roots planted deep into the earth,
easily drinking of underground streams.
Basking in magical sunlight.
Wordlessly inhabiting the chemical process of energy.
Enjoying company of other creatures:
Nesting birds, transforming insects,
perhaps even playing host to the occasional human child
climbing amongst its strong, cheerful limbs in happy union.
A perfect tree.
A perfect forest.
Until the urgent need for a shopping mall destroys it all.

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