Tree

An old fellow came close, he put his hands on me and started to talk. It was very strange, because I couldn't answer him. After all I was a very old Tree.

" Why? Why do you do it? Why do you live?" The Old man said with anger.

" I lived for 100 years, I'm lucky I can talk, hear, see, smell, or walk. I'm lucky that I remember how old I am, or how many children, or grand children do I have. BUT LOOK AT YOU???!?!?!?!" He shouted with rage.

" Look at you, you lived for ... I don't know, maybe 700 years, or even more, why do you live, whats your point? Is it just a blind survival? or you have a goal? You wanna play? Or you just can't choose? Do you think at all?"

He was very angry, I could see it all over his face, but then he looked different, like something in his chest was burning. And with his final breath he said: " Please, tell me"

I stand there, like always. His body fell in front of me, I couldn't catch him. He died, and there was nothing I could do.

100 years have passed since that time, I still think why did that man want to know why? Why?