I am a tree, in a grove, growing small fruits. The bird nest has grown larger and a second bird has joined the first, they gather small berries and insects from the grove to eat. They avoid my berries and roots. The caged puddle seeps further into my roots and the cage grows thicker. A colony of ants has taken up residence in the dirt next to my roots. I am still a tree.

I am a tree, my berries are growing larger. The birds have laid eggs. The bones still rest among my roots. The puddle is contained. The grove flourishes with the spring and it will soon rain, moss begins to cover the skeleton, my roots still woven throughout. There are no other trees in the grove, my roots reach deeper into the earth, there are no more roots this far down.

I am a tree, and it is raining. The water falls over my trunk and pools around my roots, the other plants in the grove are drenched, the birds hide from the wind in my canopy, the leaves reach to shelter them. A few small creatures hide from the floods among my roots, I am good at shielding from the rain and water. Deep in the earth the water flows down, showing my roots a path even deeper, my roots follow the water's flow.

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I am a tree, There are small pools of water in the grove, the animals drink from them. The ants in the soil around my roots start to dig their nest deeper, and the bird's eggs will be hatching soon. My berries are not yet ripe, it will be some time more. My roots dig deeper and my branches reach higher, I am a young tree no more than 15 years old and 16 feet tall, I am the only tree in the grove.

I am a tree, and the bird's eggs have hatched, the young birds call for food and the larger birds feed them. The other plants have stopped flowering and the puddles have all dried, my roots reach deeper and it is wet, they drink deeply. The puddle is still contained, I am the tallest thing in the grove, and still my branches reach higher. The sun caresses my leaves and the earth feeds my roots. The bones rest among my roots and there are more ants than ever, they hunt other insects among the undergrowth.

I am a tree, and it is warm, the animals hide in the shade and the other plants wilt, their roots do not reach as deep as mine, my roots reach up and join with theirs, it is wet so far down and my roots drink deeply. The small birds are larger now, and they fly among my branches, my berries are not yet ripe. The puddle grows, the roots do not let it. My roots stretch deeper and my branches spread further, my bark is cool.