[ WP ] A tree 's perspective as a city is built up around it

On the initial day of my sprouting, I was happy to see that I was in a park. I had been scared from all the ruckus I could hear under the ground that I was in some sort of city on the side of a highway, or perhaps in a cemetery. When my roots spread I could feel the vibrations of the land, the gentle stomps of smaller humans and the heavy stomps of giant humans. 
 
 When I grew to be three feet tall, I got a lot more attention than before. Little children would come up to me, rest against me, poke me, and pull from my leaves. When leaves were pulled before their time it hurt really bad, but seeing the joy in the children's faces made it worth it. Bugs liked the worm their way inside of me and gain nutrience, which usually made me feel a lot better. 
 
 When I grew to be 11 years old, reaching my adult age, I realized a young boy often came to sit beneath me and flip pages of brutally murdered trees. This initially annoyed me, but as I realized he himself was n't a threat, I grew to enjoy his daily visits. Sometimes he would look up at me and stare for minutes that felt like hours. Eventually, he climbed me, sitting within my thick branches, enjoying the support of my ever growing figure. He would continue to read from the miniature carcass of tree. 
 
 One day, when the boy had become a young man, I caught the boy putting his tree carcass down and staring into the distance. With my tree eyes, I noticed where he was gazing. There was a young woman also indulging in a tree carcass while sitting at a bench. I'd seen here about 12 times over the years. This seemed to be his firs time noticing her. He slid down from me and hit the ground with a small thud. He set the book in front of me and I silently cheered him on. I'd seen a lot of romance over the years and had never seen him with a woman. He brushed his brown hair, as dark as my trunk, from his face as brushed his hands against his pants. He walked over to her and I could see him introducing himself. He sat beside her. 
 
 The next few months were quite annoying. He never visited me anymore. In fact, I had n't seen him anywhere near the park. Instead snotty nosed children wiped their buggers on me, adults stuck their gum to me, and there was rarely rain. I was thirsty, homesick for the boy, and a bit itchy from all the bugs invading my space. 
 
 Right when I'd lost hope and decided to give up on him, I saw him across the street. My face lit up until I noticed he was weeping. He sat beneath me and curled into a ball, rocking himself back and forth. I let go of a few of my leaves, offering them as tissue to him. He picked one up and looked up at me, climbing me and sitting in my branches. He began murmuring to himself. *She* had occupied his time and taken him away from me. I felt a bittersweet feeling, but as I listened to him, it went away. A few hours later the young woman joined him in the tree. They sat for hours talking, and I decided I liked her. 
 
 Years ticked by as they both visited me on occasion. They started coming back with smaller humans, children, and all 4 of them would sit down beneath me. I felt my age start to get to me about 10 years later. It felt good to be around. 
 
 Eventually, the boy I'd watched grow up stopped coming. But his son, who looked much like him, visited me daily, just as he had. I felt the need to protect him at all costs. I could n't lose him like I'd lost his father. My branches over the next two years began to grow, and curve until they made a perfect place for him to sit. He climbed up my low hanging branch and cuddled up in my leaves. He fell asleep, and I knew that my time on Earth had been spent well.
