The Tree of Life

It stood tall and green, even fresh too. Soft breeze would rustle its leaves. Rain drops fell on its leaves, the sound of which relaxed me. It protected me from sun rays.

It was the first thing I saw when I woke up. A great thing to see that filled me with a sense of hope and life. I often looked at it and smiled. It was a unique relationship, almost romantic…

Then one morning…I opened the curtain as usual, little smile playing on my lips. I looked out and it was gone. Grounded. I peered down and saw a group of men hacking its branches and loading it into a trunk. I cannot deny that I felt sad.

What harm did the tree do? Why must they cut it down? It was standing on its own, never getting on anyone’s way. It was minding its own business, protecting the people from rain and hot sun, providing clean air as it breathed the polluted air that we created.

There ended my relationship with a tree…

One day, I found a tiny seedling, its leaves fragile, yet fresh and green. I planted it a little away from the old tree that was cut down. I see it everyday. It’s growing up fast. How long would it take to grow up into a beautiful big tree? Would I taste its fruit? Would it ever grow up to be a tree? Would someone cut it down again? Anyway, it’s a mango tree this time.

I cross my hands and look at the tiny plant with hope…

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