When I came to this world I was not this tall or this strong. I was not in this shape. I had no shape. I was irregular a boulder if you may. I had no way in life. I was just lying there gathering moss.
Then one day some unknown people came and told that I could do bigger things in life. I could support others, help bring joy to many lives and do more than just gather moss and turn Green.
I thought this was amazing as they took me to a far away land from where I was born. Some unknown place with all these strange looking structures.
There I saw many others who have been gathered like me with their head held high to do good for the world, to give back for what they had been given.
Then the nightmare began: I was beaten, starved, kept in a dark place, heated till every part on my body, inside and out, was burning. They cut me, broke me to pieces, took away my form and forced me to change to this ideal form that they needed.
It was not just me but countless others. Some like me. Some different than me. But I could tell that all of us had gone through same or similar fate.
They loaded me and took me somewhere I did not know. They dug a hole in the ground. And they stood me up, buried my legs in the ground.
Now I have nails and holes in my body and they put these things called wires all over me. I cannot do anything. I just stand carrying these wires.
Sometimes some kind hearted person puts a paper around my skin. I feel warm there and protected. But soon that paper is torn away or washed by rain.
After all the promises and ambitions here I am standing, carrying the baggage of these wires. Standing in the rain, the heat and the cold while thousands of people pass by everyday trying to fulfill their dreams their ambitions. And the only solace I find now is providing the occasional shade to the travelers and the animals and a place for the tired birds to rest their wings