Lost Best Friend

      I'm starting to write the same word on my page. This word is "actually." I don't know why starting like that.So, today is writing something different. When I woke up early, first I made open the curtains, and then I said good morning in front of the tree, but today I've woken and I haven't seen in front of the tree. Someone cut the tree. I don't know who cut the tree. I felt like I had lost my best friend.

    This circumtance is proceeding till I get used to it. I won't remember when I get used to cutting down the tree.Life goes on. I can't take anymore that people make their own wants. They prioritise their desires over the beauty of nature, leaving a void where once stood something majestic. It’s disheartening to witness such disregard, yet I know I must find solace in the memories I had beneath its branches. I must cherish those moments and seek ways to advocate for the preservation of what remains. Perhaps through small actions, I can inspire others to recognise the value of our natural world before it becomes nothing more than a memory.

    So, the thing is important; as I said, trees are important people's lives. They provide shade, shelter, and a sense of peace that is often taken for granted. By sharing my experiences and encouraging conversations about conservation, I hope to ignite a collective passion for protecting these vital elements of our environment.