Under The Tree

Under the cool shade of a tree

Besides a calm pond

There blooms a bud

Its small soft petals closed with shyness

But it will soon spread its petals--like wings.

Oh dear!

There comes a thunderstorm!

Its rage shaking the sky to the ground

Angry rain starts pouring down

But the tiny bud is safe

Safe under the huge shady tree.

Time flies

The bud grows to a fully blooming flower

Shining proudly under the gentle sunshine

That filters through the thick foliage of the tree

Bees and butterflies surround it gaily

The flower stands there besotted.

When the tree grows old

Its leaves wilted down

Its bark dries down

It's no longer shady

The flower sits there unhappily

Huh! I need more sunshine

I need more space

I want this tree to go somewhere else.

Then comes a man

He looks at the pretty flower

And then at the forlorn tree

What a shame!

This flower should be in my garden

And he roots the flower from the ground and takes it with him.

After some time the man comes back

Cuts the tree into small logs

And carries them back to his home as firewood

The flower looks upon the chopped tree now

At least the tree will be useful now

It says as it blooms in the garden

All alone with all the space for itself.