It never seemed fair to Tammy. Why was it when autumn came that all the trees kept their green except the River Tree?
She sat in her wheelchair and wondered if he was sad when his glorious green mantle turned to red and gold, then lifted away when the winds blew, leaving him standing gaunt on the riverbank.
He alone must die whilst those trees around him stayed green and strong.
Tammy watched the sunset, golden behind the River Tree. At least he would come alive again in the spring. She hoped she would still be there to see him…
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