IF I WERE A TREE.

If was looking out at the window where I can see many trees in all kinds. They just stood rooted to the ground, not ever waving their elegant branches. I thought it is a pity for those elegant things to do nothing useful or meaningful. And I began to imagine if I were a tree, what tree would I like to be, and what would I do?

If I were a tree, I would wave my branches back and forth while the wind would sing a song especially composed for me. I would also let the birds have a good time on my perfect branches. They would sing me beautiful songs, full of happiness. I guess I'd like to be an apple tree. Then I'll be able to provide the people not only my cool shade but also sweet fragrant flowers and juicey apples. All the bumblebees and the butterflies would love me. But I would still write my diary . I would ask a clever bird to peck on my trunk and write my diary on it, and live a meaningful life.

After I finished writing, I opened my windows wide and told my idea to the trees. Even though I didn't see it, I'm susre the trees all listened with their whole heart, ready to put my words in action.