Autobiography on i am a tree branch 100 to 150 words
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I am a mango tree. I live in an orchard. Though I am old, I am still very strong. I have many branches which are always full of green leaves. I also bear fruits. They are very sweet and juicy.
I was very small when I came to the orchard. The gardener has been looking after me since then. He gives me water every day. With time I have become tall and strong. Now I look after him. When he is tired, he comes and rests under my shade. I feel very happy when he takes some mangoes home for his children.
I have many friends in the orchard. Some are old like me. Each of them bears a different type of fruit. Children love us. they come to play in the orchard every evening. They swing from my branches and hide behind my trunk. They love my fruits. I feel really happy to see them playing around me. But when they pull out my leaves just for fun, I feel great pain. I wish their elders could stop them from doing so.
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I am a tree branch.This story begins by saying that I am a tree, and am proud to be a tree. I have big, beautiful sprawling branches with luscious leaves coming from them. I stand tall and
am a huge component of my environment. I am a volunteer to my community in all
that I do. I breathe in carbon dioxide and breathe out oxygen for all human beings to
breathe. I give shelter and refuge to the forest creatures whether they be birds or squirrels or chipmunks. These little animals crawl up into my domain, and sit on my branches to enjoy the day, feel the breeze or hide from the effects of the sun. They scurry around the branches playing, sometimes chasing each other in a game. I am a domain that they enjoy and I shelter them from the forest and all of the things in the world that endanger them. Sometimes in my community I am used as a refuge, a place to go for comfort and shelter. I have a friendly neighborhood cat who going outdoors becomes scared and climbs into my branches for comfort and to hide. Of course, her loving owners will come to me and finding her, will take her back down, back to her
loving home for care.
I am a place where children will come to escape and play. Sometimes, they climb me
using my branches as steps, they climb me and then sit and gloat that they were able
to accomplish this. I enjoy this as I love little children. As they sit in my branches,I whisper to them by fleeting, moving leaves to tickle their faces. Sometimes, my human friends will use me to help ornament their existence, by putting bird feeders or hanging ornaments from my branches. I like this very much as it makes me feel ornamental, kind of like one feels when they have a new pair of earrings to wear.
Of course, not all is well at all times in life and sometimes things happen that we do
not enjoy or want, but it is the way of the world. Sometimes, the winds will whip
and the storms will come and that can cause breaks to my branches and limbs. My
leaves are pulled from my arms like an amputation, and thrown to the ground in a
treacherous episode. But as I stand tall and am healthy and strong, I will grow new
leaves to replace those that were lost and I will heal the places where my limbs were broken. Once again, I will be fine and will be able to resume my life as king of the woods, ruler of the exterior world.
Another thing that happens in my world is that I am used as a marking or as a way to find things and places. Humans will say, “come to the yard with the big, beautiful oak tree and pull into the yard”. Or, it will be known that the big tree stands behind the church and can be seen for miles and miles away. Children have trees in their yards and as they grow, so does the tree. The tree grows taller and wider and closer to the sky and they grow along with it. Humans love to take pictures and in many families, a tree is used as a backdrop for their yearly activities and holidays. So I am able to
share in their joys and holidays and since I am the place where the family picture will be taken.
Sometimes things happen that I do not like or enjoy but unfortunately, my ability to share these with the world is limited as I am not allowed to open my lips and speak my mind. Sometimes, I will have a young person come and carve something into my trunk which is painful but also disfigures me. Sometimes, a couple will come and use my trunk to carve their initials, showing their undying love. Sometimes, I will have a target hung to my limbs or trunk and a person shoots the target and my body is injured with bullets as they pierce my bark and go deep into my tissue. All of these things are painful and I bleed sap and my exterior is injured. No one gives me a bandaid or comes and puts lotion on me or give me an antibiotic to make me feel better. I reach deep into myself and begin the healing process to heal my limbs and regrow the areas that were injured. Years later, those same, callous humans come back and look at their carvings of my life. Almost like a polar bear
who hibernates all winter, in the winter my life is much more calm and boring and I
am not used by my community like I am the rest of the year. By the time spring comes,
I am ready again to be the pillar of the world. My leaves begin to grow back and I
stretch my limbs toward the sun and begin my days in the eye of the community.
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