Reality of life

I sprouted from good soils with branches and roots to boost my growth they protected me from harsh conditions to a mature tree that awaited it's fate. I was chosen among many felled down by the reality of life my branches and roots cut off and to the industry I was taking. new forms. Each form to a different location I was enough experience to gain with which came old age the once mature tree, now a divided and useless material. Now I await my end as I look at those after me where they are I was and where I am they will be.