THE PINE

short story of about 250 words

It was a big pine that lived for many years, before even building in the
area ...
It may have been a hundred and two hundred years, even more ..
He had three floors high and his trunk embraced three people ...
Around it no other tree had been planted, so it was only on the big
plot, with some humble flowers that rose in the spring and were rising
in the summer ...
He had seen a lot, he had lived in the war, he had pleased the sun and
rain, and when the wind blew it, I was pleased to see it look like a
giant, a good giant ...
The pines were the only trees that could live on such hard ground as my
neighborhood ... there was hardly any soil, and with their pointed roots
they managed to go a long way and suck from the water that was
underneath the hard rocks ....
When I was coming back from school I saw him proud to make a huge shadow
capable of resting ten people ...
I loved this tree, but at some point they decided to build on the plot
and did not regret it ...
The day they cut it, I was not there and better, because I would be sad.
I hope they did not hurt it ... I hope it fell with one cut as it deserved
in such a good giant.
They built a rather ugly big house, but always when I climb to it, it
seems to me that I can see the great pine tree being moved by the strong
wind ...