There’s a tree, towering in the sky,
its green leaves greeting every passerby.
They swayed casually in serene bliss.
The wind cracked a stick, but the will of the tree
made the breeze weak.
One day, a lumberjack laid his eyes on this magnificent tree,
tall and majestic, ripe to reap.
He called up his boys and told them what he found,
and got them together to divide the treasure equally amongst them all.
The wind got wind of it
and flew to tell the tree.
The tree smiled and said to just let it be.
Fate had woven such a knot in its tapestry
that it was bound to eventually run into human greed.
“You must hurry! Run!” said the wind, scurrying away.
The tree smiled and said, “It is not my place
to decide who the fruits I cultivate
are meant to feed.”
Just then the man approached and tapped the wood,
clearing off old debris. Past some vines he saw
what he couldn’t believe.
“This is some good stuff. However, we can’t cut this tree.”
He looked around and said,
“I’m sorry, boys, there’s a grave underneath this tree.
It’s engraved under the vines
I just broke free.”
So they sighed, turned around, and decided to leave.
The wind, long gone now, was replaced with a calmer breeze,
filled with mist, as its eyes were teary.
The tree extended a branch to brush its leaves
past the wind’s eyes, as if telling it to breathe.
The tree smiled and said,
“Don’t hope for anything.
I merely exist,
and my existence is my destiny.”
Mar 17
Mar 17, 2026 at 4:31 PM UTC
There’s a tree, towering in the sky,
its green leaves greeting every passerby.
They swayed casually in serene bliss.
The wind cracked a stick, but the will of the tree
made the breeze weak.
One day, a lumberjack laid his eyes on this magnificent tree,
tall and majestic, ripe to reap.
He called up his boys and told them what he found,
and got them together to divide the treasure equally amongst them all.
The wind got wind of it
and flew to tell the tree.
The tree smiled and said to just let it be.
Fate had woven such a knot in its tapestry
that it was bound to eventually run into human greed.
“You must hurry! Run!” said the wind, scurrying away.
The tree smiled and said, “It is not my place
to decide who the fruits I cultivate
are meant to feed.”
Just then the man approached and tapped the wood,
clearing off old debris. Past some vines he saw
what he couldn’t believe.
“This is some good stuff. However, we can’t cut this tree.”
He looked around and said,
“I’m sorry, boys, there’s a grave underneath this tree.
It’s engraved under the vines
I just broke free.”
So they sighed, turned around, and decided to leave.
The wind, long gone now, was replaced with a calmer breeze,
filled with mist, as its eyes were teary.
The tree extended a branch to brush its leaves
past the wind’s eyes, as if telling it to breathe.
The tree smiled and said,
“Don’t hope for anything.
I merely exist,
and my existence is my destiny.”
Thank you for reading :)
