Rubber Tree

Standing outstandingly on the mountain foot near the expanse of my owner’s house, I feel very happy when a cool breeze slowly blows, giving me a space to dance and sharing my breath to my owner. It is still fresh in my mind when I was young; I had got smooth, slick and brown skin. I had a very green hair and white blood. I intended to apprise my friends of my appearance. I stood happily and strongly, never being hit by storm. I had very good balance. Furthermore, I always enjoyed myself with the seasons came to me jubilantly – rainy, autumn and drought. Each season I tasted differently. For autumn, I used to drop my hair in order to get the new one. The rainy, I accumulated all energy to nurture myself for oncoming drought. The drought, I tried to manage to survive from it by standing idly – doing nothing. Unfortunately, now my skin becomes rough and hard because my owner comes to tap me to get my blood as I am informed that my blood is very worth. My hair is dissipating, gradually wither. I am starting to feel dizzy, leading to losing my balance. At the moment, I am getting old; my blood is getting dry and dry. My owner is beginning to complaint about me. From now on I could never feel happy anymore. At some time in the near future I will definitely be cut down for sale.