A Tree Tale
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