Tree's version

           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).