Am i that tree

I was created for a purpose. To pervide natural resources to others. I was created to be myself not a follower. But on a placid and still mornign the wind blew and my worries grew. A loud angery roar torn apart the mountain tops. As it made its way to forest i could sense the terror in my families leaves. I whispered in the wind be not afraid of what one do but be afraid if one do not understand . And as the tractor made an approach my branches danced in the wind to show i have no fear. I do not agree with this man`s plot to ruin me. But as you see i have no voice he can hear. With a steady and harsh paste he picks himself up to my high side and vigorously steals my innounces. He spits tobacco on the sight were he picked me up cruely from. The things he had in my they were not fun. I was off to the factory to be made of lumber but as they chopped this little tree slundered silently. No matter how silent i get the violence they project will never be ended until someone protest.