Opinion/Rant (Urbanity)

NOTE: My English teacher requires us to write in a flowery manner, and I wrote this piece for his class, so it's a bit more flowery than I'd like. Nonetheless, here's the piece:

One lone oak tree, a sign of the past, stands alone in a land of urbanity. Its weathered, gnarled branches speak of the ages through which it has lived. Its trunk is short and stout, the primary support of its limbs and branches, all that hold the tender signs of its life, leaves and the buds of flowers, that hope to be nurtured and produce the seed that will fall to the asphalt ground, only to be crushed by the careless feet of people, thinking nothing of the life that it could be. Hundreds of years ago it was but an acorn as well, one of many acorns that rained from the sky of oak canopies, part of a prospering forest, before man’s cruel, unrelenting destruction ruined it all, leaving only one lone oak tree to remember it by.