[ IP ] The old man of the forest

Most who passed the giant old tree laughed and pointed at the face in the overgrowth. The tree itself was large, at least four men wide, and of a color between green and brown. From the base, it came out at an angle on all sides, rising up into beautiful branches that almost resembled a crown. The whole base of the tree was covered in various colors of overgrowth, which was in fact the subject of the laughter. The shape of an enormous face, male with flowing mustaches, appeared complete with detailed and elongated nose. The same shrubbery that was the eyebrows also made up the voluminous mustache, and framed a paler color that was sculpted like a face. 
 
 The people came, and pointed, and laughed. The came and took photos. The marveled at the imagination of the creator. And they never once guessed that there was none; no, in fact, that this tree laughed at them in turn. One of the oldest creatures alive, he had come to be great friends with the shrubs and the bushes and grasses. He had requested from them a face to match those of the babies he protected, and they had obliged. Who would guess that many centuries later, the very same babes would laugh at their own weaning nest – the great tree thought this very amusing. 
 
 Then one day came new sights to the great old tree – the babes he had nested were killing his friends. His dear trees and other plants were the life he had made for himself, and to watch their demise was to feel his own. He made one final request to his friends of the shrubbery, that they model his face to be that of eternal and everlasting sorrow. 
 
 To this day, a section of the new city remains blocked off. People come from everywhere to see, laugh at, and take photos of the “ Sad Old Tree ”. He has remained ever silent and watching, weary of the babes he once held to his chest. 
 
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 First prompt response. Meh 
 
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