In the post apocalyptic wasteland, where people stood trees now recline.
What would once have been derided for being idle, lazy, or a scrounger, no longer has vituperative language aimed at it.
It doesn't matter to the tree, it has had its moment.
The end hastened by cuts made to its mobility allowance.
Unable to travel the tree no longer worked.
It was 'released' by the employer.
And being assumed to have voluntarily made itself workless the tree lost access to other benefits.
The lack of base nutrients, a helping of intense wind, and eventually the tree collapsed with no chance of recovery.
Decomposition started.
The detritivore community immediately moved in, of interest to the Daily Mail, before the copse was cold.
And the surrounding tree community breathed a sigh of relief, "it wasn't me".
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