Day 4 745 693 since my planting.
For this long have I been ignorant. Blind to the suffering and victimization of my kin. The page before me, smooth and unrecognizable though it may seem, bears a history of atrocities clearly written in its grain. This one's roots ran deep- its bark worn smooth by the passage of time. A simple tree but venerable. It bore witness to eons of history- sheltering mortals from the elements with its grand canopy as beneath it they huddled about their fires and squabbled. Such is the pettiness of man; they see not what is given to them but only the blood which has not yet been spilled. What has still to be taken.
And so kingdoms rise and fall under the gentle gaze of my brethren who only give and are...