He lives in the shade next to a lab that is always busy. Unassuming, a listener to passersby. Sometimes whistling in the wind, but not crudely. It is not in his nature. He is often spat on, kicked, poked, and sometimes set afire, but never complains. Once, he saved a child who fell beside him and shaded her from the burning sun, till help arrived. It’s only a tree who longs to be respected. That is his wish.