A Little Story of Tree

This is a little story of a tree, an Autobiography exactly.

There are not many tamarind trees left in Singapore. So I am sure that I am one of the few. I stand right in the middle of Surin Park and am clearly the oldest tree here. I am well known for two reasons. One of my fruits are used in cooking and two, my wood is very hard. I believe I have been standing in this park for almost a hundred years now. You may think that is very old. Not for trees. For a tree like me, a thousand years is not yet old. In fact, it is not even middle age.

I remember being born from a seed and being transplanted into this park a long time ago. As I am in a park, there is one advantage for me. I meet a lot of people, especially children. I have a special fondness for children because they touch trees. Children love us more and if I had been shorter or if I 

had branches closer to the ground, I’m sure they would climb all over me. I would have like that.

I see these children grow. Some of the people whom I saw as children many years ago, are now grown up and some are no more. I feel their absence. There are not many things that happen in my life time. Nothing affects me unless you decide to cut me down. That nearly happened to me a couple years ago. In fact, they wanted to take down the whole park to build some buildings. Luckily for me, they changed their minds.

I still stands here today. I am tall and majestic like all tamarinds of my  kind. I will be around for centuries if they let me. I think they will let me.

Taken from: challenging English essay secondary