Life is winding. The trails are branching. As years bypass us, we are led to believe more and more that life comprised only of transient matters which confer sensual pleasures, though momentary. Though many moan in pain, with occasional play of happiness, the clutches of worldly things, they let go not.
Trees stand upright. Occasionally swaying to the kisses of the wind. Be it gentle, or rough, the trees are there to stay for long. Longer, than us. Change in seasons does not leave any mark of unhappiness nor exaltation on their faces. This is because they have learnt to sacrifice their everything from the trunks, leaves and roots at the change of each season. The shadows they bestow, is to shade the beast and man without claiming ownership of anything to them. The trees teach us the first law of nature – Sacrifice.
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