the lone pine

you are a tree,
the strong trunk.
a branch; a year
a leaf; a day
every single molecule make you that bit different from that next pine.
you grow every day and yearn to fight to get to the sun.
as you grow you may loose your lower branches, leaves may drift and fall to the ground like memories planted at the back of your mind.
but in fighting to grow we then become scared that we shall be cut down; to no longer exist.
and maybe there a trees out there who believe in an after life of being A4 paper or cerial containers.
but eventually your strong, oh so indestructable trunk gets destroyed and will break down to form a new tree, maybe one who's seed has fallen from your branches or the ones of some tree your close to; a new life fighting a new set of trees to reach the sun.

it really seems that we on live to die, your born, you grow up, you die.
yes there is more to life then gaining age.
but whats the point?
for years it has been mans unsolveable question; whats the meaning of life?
but really why are we hear, we are trying to lengthen life now, trying to halt life to continue it at a later date but what is the need.
we grow and grow like the pines in a state forrest but eventually a chainsaw is going to come along and cut you down.
so why did we grow in the first place?