Autobiography of a tree – Project

Autobiography of a tree

autobiography of a tree
autobiography of a tree

I understand that I am a big tree that grows just anywhere and everywhere. From a young age, I remember several people coming to my roots and serving me. They would light a clay lamp, place it near my root, say their prayers and then leave. This was a daily habit where many people were following my root since I can remember.

As I began to grow bigger and bigger, the temple authorities put up a six-foot-long [2 m] wall like a border around my trunk. This was done to protect me [ tree] from being destroyed by the crowds that surrounded me. Since I am close to the temple, I have always enjoyed a lot of company every day and, it is a great privilege to be worshiped by many believers every day.

Now, I  [ tree]am a fully grown tree, and that that two-meter-long wall has been transformed into a wide platform around me, my root invisible, and the trunk also covered with vision. Here on the platform people sit and pray and rest. Sometimes they ate with their temple prasad while sitting on this platform.
Oh, what a wonderful feeling to be loved and cared for and, above all, honored and respected. This honor is given to me as, I understand now that, part of the Indian community regarded me as a sacred tree to be worshiped. That’s why there’s so much hype for me and my relatives.
As I stand here, near the temple, I have never felt so lonely finding all kinds of the company all day, so, where do I feel lonely. Early in the morning, the temple is opened at 6 a.m. It is cleaned and washed with it, I find a company of people cleaning the place. They come to me and sweep the area around me, wash the platform and I am thin and clean to welcome my day guests. After the cleansing of the temple, there is a pooja, and from 7 in the morning the devotees begin to enter, and the temple bells begin to sound and break the silence of the night.
Volunteers continued pouring into the temple from 7 a.m. to 10 p.m. when the temple was closed. These long hours of the day, there is no chance of me getting bored as I have the company of so many people traveling around the area. Even alone, a lonely tree but, my life is full of excitement and joy, as I find many, and I have various companies. This is then an added honor to me that, while my friends only have a tree company, I have a company of people who talk and go and discuss things to make my life alive and happy.
I used to wonder to myself why there is so much size in me, even if I am just a tree like any other. Yes, this is a catch, I believe I am highly respected because Hindus look at me, a cult as a sacred tree, a man of God in human form. That’s it! this makes me feel proud of myself and often thank God for this birth where I receive honor, respect, love, and care. What else can you wish for any living person? My glory and my honor are exalted as I stand in the temple of God.
Now, all my worries are gone as I have learned that I too am here to be worshiped as God Himself. I stand here alone yet with a lot of people. My life is amazing, I pray to God to GIVE ME such a good and happy life for all people

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