The old banyan tree was once jealous of the colorful flowers in the nearby garden that received attention from people. As a storm hit, the flowers were destroyed while people took shelter in the strong branches of the banyan tree. The tree realized its true worth was in its strength and ability to protect others, not in colorful appearances, and it accepted its role without jealousy.
The old banyan tree was once jealous of the colorful flowers in the nearby garden that received attention from people. As a storm hit, the flowers were destroyed while people took shelter in the strong branches of the banyan tree. The tree realized its true worth was in its strength and ability to protect others, not in colorful appearances, and it accepted its role without jealousy.
The old banyan tree was once jealous of the colorful flowers in the nearby garden that received attention from people. As a storm hit, the flowers were destroyed while people took shelter in the strong branches of the banyan tree. The tree realized its true worth was in its strength and ability to protect others, not in colorful appearances, and it accepted its role without jealousy.
Thy stood an old tree. Wise as the owl who lived in it.
Older than the oldest on street, there
was an old banyan tree. The tree respected for its peace and green, narrated in the bed time stories. The kids ought to fear the mighty tree where nation embraced the pride within. The old nasty tree once believed there was none other to compete when he saw the garden next street with dazzling sunflowers and orchid of spring. Astonished, as he stood he looked and looked and looked. Wondering if he was as pretty as these. As the wind blew and they danced merely, the banyan tree got worried indeed. As kids and wanderers would stop, appreciate their beauty and screen. The tree worried it is exactly what he miss. The shadow that the herd seeks, the swing from branches within was not merely enough for the king as he wanted to be the king with queen. Dismay as he lay, branches begin to whither. For he realised that he was long in the game to only dream of the colours. But there came a mighty storm, powerful as it can be. None of thy rose or tulip could face the destiny. None of the herd, people, friends stood to glance at those gardens, rather they clung to the branches of the banyan tree protected themselves and the tree. What he thought was what he need turned out to be an obsolesce in his deed. He learnt he has a stronger root and tip of the iceberg is a gimmick proof. What he has within needs no proof. He learnt from his jealousy that caution is a must, while the world is filled with offers, all need not to be won. With a wide smile he pranced along, waving his branches left to right, hugging the people back pretty tight. He accepted he needs not to be the glitter to be the gold and yet all that glitters is not really the gold.