I am a tree. Not too old, ten years at most and not more than 12 feet tall, but a tree I am. 

I am a tree, I stand growing in a grove, the grove is a hundred feet wide, much larger than I am. It is full of animals and other smaller plants, none of them are trees. 

I am a tree in a grove, no more than 12 feet tall. And I grow over a puddle, I protect this puddle. 

I am the only tree in the grove, an animal drinks from the puddle and begins to scream and twitch. 

I am a tree, and there is a skeleton tangled among my roots, it was once a small animal.

I am a tree, in a grove, watching plants and animals grow and live. I am 12 years at most and no more than 13 feet tall, I guard a puddle and a pile of bones rests in my roots. 

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I am a tree, and I notice, as much as a tree can notice, that the puddle is growing slowly. My roots tighten around it and it slows. 

I am a tree, and it is snowing. All the other plants are asleep and the animals hide in warm shelters. I guard the puddle and make sure that it does not grow. My roots slowly grow to cover up the puddle. A pile of bones rests among my roots. 

I am a tree. The snow is melting and the other plants are slowly waking up. My roots fully enclose the puddle, keeping it hidden. Small creatures play among the plants and plants prepare to bloom. 

I am a tree, growing in a grove, no more than 15 years and shorter than 14 feet. The grove is still a hundred feet across, the puddle is still hidden. The plants bloom, the animals play and the bugs crawl. It is warm and my branches stretch towards the sun, providing shade in the grove. The bones resting in my roots stay silent. 

I am a tree, and there is a bird nesting in my branches. There are more animals and plants now, berries begin to ripen on the other, smaller, plants. I sit growing over a puddle. Snakes slither through my roots and deep in the soil worms and bugs crawl. My roots reach very far, covering most of the grove and tangling with all the other roots. There are still no other trees. 

I am a tree, and the puddle soaks into my roots. This is fine as I am a tree.