I turned into a tree.

In the afternoon, the warm sunlight shone over the campus, and I leaned against a big tree before falling asleep without even realizing it. When I opened my eyes again, I had suddenly become that very tree!

My feet turned into deep roots, firmly anchored in the soil; my hands became branches, swaying gently in the breeze; my hair turned into lush green leaves, rustling and whispering in the wind.
As the bell rang for the end of class, my classmates flew out of the classroom like little birds. Some played soccer on the playground, while others sat by my trunk, reading or resting. The children, drenched in sweat after exercise, came to the shade of my tree to cool off. Suddenly, dark clouds gathered in the sky, and silver-like raindrops began to fall. Those who didn’t have time to return to the classroom hurried under my branches, and I acted as a giant green umbrella, protecting them from the wind and rain.
But one day, I heard someone say, “The school is going to build a library, and this tree will have to be cut down.” My heart tightened suddenly, as if pierced by a needle. I wanted to shout, “Don’t cut me down!” Yet all they heard was the rustling of the leaves.
When my classmates found out, they all spoke up in my defense, saying that I was their friend and an indispensable part of the campus. Seeing so many of them protesting for me, the principal decided not to cut down the tree after all. At that moment, I really wanted to jump with joy.
Then I woke up again, still the same child leaning against the tree. Looking up at it, I realized that it had been by my side for many years. Trees are not only gifts from nature but also our most gentle friends. I gently hugged the trunk and made a silent wish: I hoped it would continue to grow healthily and protect our campus for generations to come.