One day, A
small boy got seeds to sow in turn to make a big tree when it grow up same as
the tree in his colony which he play around it every Sunday with his friends. He
pours water every day, wanting the seed to grow big very soon.
Weeks passed. He
can see very week stem with light green leaves coming out of the soil. He overwhelmed
with the first experience of getting a life to a plant. Slowly plant started
growing big day by day changing it’s light green leave to dark green, stem becoming
stronger and stronger, doubling the number too. He was excited as his dream of
making the best big tree is coming live in his home as of the tree in his
colony.
Months passed,
Plant is in the first stage of becoming a tree, widening it’s stem broad craving
a hug from the sky. Day by day they are spreading wide but growing tall. This
made the little boy disappointed and thought of making the soil more
fertilized, restricting the stems with a rope so that it grows tall beating it’s
competitive tree in the colony. He is happy that it made to adjust growing tall
but, one day he saw the stems spreading wide again but not growing. He again
made up his mind of pouring more water than the previous one, making land more
fertilized but restricting the tree to spread their wings(stems).
As months passed,
he observed that the tree growing old i.e., becoming weak. He couldn’t
understand what the hell is happening to the tree. He was utterly disappointed,
walking towards her mom cursing the tree sometimes saying “I made everything to
the tree to grow, poured more water than it needed, given more fertilized soil
than the required. But, this seed ditched me”. Mom then replied “Beta! You have
given them water, soil more than it required but not what it actually needs”.
He made a surprising face. She then continued saying. “You didn’t let it grow
as how it has to. Make her wings free, Let she hug the sky, let it be the home
of hundred birds, Let it be the one who gives warmth to the tired ones. Let it take
time to grow for herself but not for you.”
Few months
later, she has grown up giving shades of the tree should be and the little boy
is happy as he can play in it, eat the fruits of it, serve his friends and
making himself proud and a happy person.
Moral: Let the thoughts be given freedom, soul be given
priority. They will fly high for sure!!!
(Don’t restrict the creative brains, wonderful hearts, they
may go in vain).
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