A Tree Tale

Envious was the tree

For it couldn’t move around,

Standing alone

It saw birds flitting down…

“How lucky they are

To have wings,

That can take them far.

And sing a mellifluous song

Whilst here I stand,

Whole day long!”

Seeing the tree brood

Came a bird to uplift its mood.

Pointing to her little nest

Where her babies did rest

She thanked the tree

Which stood steady and firm

When she fetched them worm.

“You shelter my little ones

While I am on run…

O tree, you stand tall

Without any fall

Be it a day pleasant or with storm

Unfailingly you protect us from harm.

Envious I am of you

But you never knew.”

Elated was the tree

And dropped envy in glee!

Being envious was no use

And with itself, it made a peace truce