The trees that we share land with have lived longer than I and will keep living long after I die. That is if they stay beautiful and cause no trouble to us. The tree can and wants to live longer than we will allow but if it's roots grow to break the foundation of our homes or the pavement we poured on the earth, we kill it, take it from the earth that we don't want touching our feet, use it's body to build the houses it isn't allowed to touch. If it's leaves that we think are so beautiful touch our lifeless wires that give us power we will take its limbs and build poles to hold the wires that it grew to close to. The tree was our original home, we evolved on their canopy, their branches allowed us thumbs, their leaves gave us cover from threats above and below. The tree isn't a close genetic cousin to us but he gave us shelter and the tools and fire. Now we have two places in our world for tree: aesthetic and practical. If a tree is caught in our sights and we see beauty in it we keep it like a live price of art until it gets old and ugly or to strong bothersome. If it is seen as practical we will kill it immediately and all trees near it. Death is imminent for the tree. But the trees natural life is longer than we can imagine some trees lived longer than our institution of agriculture. We are a disease in the eyes of the tree and for the countless trees we've killed the trees will stop giving us the air we need to thrive as a people. The tree only gives, and all we do is take. This is the fault in our relationship with the tree. The trees give but can't say when it's given enough. We take and won't leave a well until it's dry.