Me and this tree have had a long life together.
I was born under this tree.
I did all my homework under the branches.
Learned archery by firing arrows at this tree.
How to make a fire, from the branches.
Proposed to the woman who became my wife under it.
Married her here, obviously.
And hung her from that branch over there.
Buried her on the other side.
I hid in the branches while the police looked for me.
I refused to come down, so they set fire to my tree.
The flames are spreading quickly.
Everything smells like smoke.