We live in colonies. Some of us are very old, while some of us were just brought into this world. But one thing we share in common, is that we are hunted, by, them. They hunt for us. When they find us, they do the most horiffic things. I say when becuase they will find us, no matter what. But when they do find us, they cut off our limbs and burn them. Sometimes, they skin us alive and they make piles of our skinned bodies. Others, not so lucky. They feed it to their metal pets, it's teeth chopping us up into pieces. Oh no, I think one is here right now. I cant see them, but they can see me. I cant move as their chainsaws cut into me. The humans, they are destroying us, the trees.