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I think I finally understand what you meant when you said "Don't be that broken tree."

Broken trees are the saddest thing one could witness, a devastating testament to the cruel world surrounding us all.

Seeing such beautiful living, breathing things endure such pain. No matter their resilience, it's just another feeling seeing them cracked and fallen apart on the ground. The life they once had so noticeably stripped away. From the acts of nature itself, or maybe even mankind as a whole.

It's amazing how even an almost dead tree can still maintain such beauty. Standing tall and proud, with even the fewest limbs and leaves. Radiating with the littlest amount of life they still hold in their trembling grasp. Regardless of the amount of life they have left, it's a beautiful tale.

Yet the wind still blew all the same, the surrounding trees continued to live on. Nothing changed, the world kept living.

While dead and broken trees remain lifeless on the floor. Limbs snapped and de-barked, leaves orange and crumbling with swift breezes. The tree decaying as it's roots remain upturned. Compared to the surrounding breathing, lively trees and soft lush grass, it's a sinking feeling. Heartbreaking. Knowing that dead tree too, used to be full of the same life, filling the hole that was now tore into the ground from it's death.

So why didn't the tree deserve to keep living too?