The leaves that differ in colour, shape and size, adding to the beauty of the tree, may feel jealous of each other’s potential, be jealous of the melodious rustling sound that their so close yet distant relatives, the other leaves produce when the air blows through them, setting them into motion, into life, into joys, but the tree and only the tree can feel the pain, the pain of even one single leaf shed from its branches. Because the tree had nourished each and every, single leaf that it had given birth to. Though innumerous now, and adding to its growth, the leaves still remain close to the tree even when they start bearing flowers or fruits later. Seasons change, leaves dry up, wither away, are broken and detached from the tree, making the tree a skeleton of mere branches, entwined with one other, feeling the loneliness and at the very same time trying to find solace in each others embrace. Nothing remains but faith does and when faith sustains, life regenerates. New leaves blossom but not to overlook, the tree remains the same.
With the same love, the same care, the same responsibility, the tree once again starts enriching the leaves and once again the tree looks dynamic.
When a tree can love that what it bears again and again with the same intensity, humans too can love what they bear with same passion. And what humans bear is not merely children, but humans bear love, hatred, jealously, joys, pain with their own actions.
A small lesson learnt today, from a tree, I am reminded of the short story THE LAST LEAF- by O Henry, which taught the lesson of selflessness.( Sharing it on my other blog : rem-i-n-i-scence.blogspot.com blog.)
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