Life was simple, not bland, it was just as is. As a young sproutling life was much more exhilarating and new. As the seasons went by I would try and spot each different type of animals. I remember one summer someone even attached a swing to me. Now to pass the time I try and count my spikes and watch my autumn leaves fall. It’s not as exciting as it used to be, but life goes on. I can tell I’m getting old, now I don’t even curse when a mouse carelessly runs up my roots.