I am a tree, and with the water from my roots the plants no longer wilt, the animals still sit thirsty hiding in the shade, my roots grow and form a basin, slowly filling with water. My bark is cooled by the deeper water, and the heat does not bother me.

I am a tree, and my berries have ripened, some of the fruit falls where the insects and animals eat them, the birds eat the berries that have not fallen. The animals drink the water from my basin and a small steam forms flowing down the hill I am perched on. My roots dig even deeper into the water below and spread even further out. My branches stretch towards the sun, casting an even larger shadow to shelter the animals below.

The puddle grows and so do I.

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I am a tree, and my berries are all gone, I am still the only tree in the grove. The animals that ate my fruits have grown larger, this is fine as I am a tree. The stream flowing up from my roots has formed a puddle at the bottom of the hill, the birds bath in it while the animals drink. They do not fight. The puddle at the bottom of the hill is not the puddle, I know this.

I am a tree, and the baby birds have left the nest, they fly among my branches with their parents. All the birds are larger than their nest now, so my branches grow into a larger one. The ants have dug larger tunnels, exposing more of my roots. They have also grown larger. The animals leave the grove to hunt for food, they do not eat the other animals in the grove. A few of the smaller animals eat the plants in the grove and play in the open, no longer scared of predators.

I am a tree, and I grow.