Betraying your Friends

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You believed the tree to be dead:
Bark striped, coloured yellow, it stood out a beacon amongst the grey stems: leafless and smooth.

You: to prove you were a man decided to cut it down;
Cutlass in hands, you struck at the bark, but alas, the deeper you cut, the harder and denser the fibres became, even to the point of turning into a diamond glaze.