"The Cross" by Khian Kintanar and Paul Woolfolk

Imagine u are a small seed... Kept by a woman in her pocket. Then she brought u out in a warming sun. U were carried

towards a field full of different trees and plants. She digged the soil and planted u. Sooner. U can slowly feel that u are

sprouting amd growing. Day by day, u are watered. Growing and growing each single day. Couple of months after, u

have grown into a enourmous beautiful tree. In the morning, u can feel the birds touching ur branches, even making

their nest. In the afternoon, squirrels and rabbits walk around ur trunk. One day. There was a storm. Strong wind came

over u. Rain was pouring all over u. Even a thunderstorm struck u. The day after, it stopped and all went well and

calm...then suddenly there were voices from afar... Group of men talking about you. They were walking towards u.

Then ur greatest fear came up. They brought out their chainsaw and started preparing u put u down. U got so scared. U

were trembling like never before because you will die. Knowing what lies ahead you were cut down by men. As they tie

you to their horses you slowly become cold as your life fades. You were placed in a yard where other trees seen their

end. The men immediately began carving you chopping you not wasting any time. When the men were finished you stood up and placed into the ground with two others one to your left another to the right. You heard in the distance a

crowd yelling "crucify him, he's no son of God!" a man is placed onto you nailed and killed on you. For you are the cross

that Christ died on...