When I was forced to relocate because of circumstances, I envied the trees. The trees who were given their chances to stand tall and majestic, and thrive, where they were planted. I failed to thrive where I was planted so I tried to survive in a new place. The environment threw challenges at me. There was rain, hail, dehydration, freeze, un-mentionable hardships and then liberation. I moved back to my birthplace. I looked at the trees again. I wonder if I should be like the trees, and stay in one place?

Prompt – a tree protected by a fence, more like a heritage tree.