Samiroonjha
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A field burning under the sun…
The ground felt like it was sitting on fire.
Sand everywhere, heat in the air, and not a single spot of shade.
There was only one tree—
Old, but thick and green.
Someone or the other would sit under it every day.
Sometimes a laborer, soaked in sweat after a long day's work,
Sometimes a traveler coming from far away,
Sometimes a child, tired from playing.
The tree gave shelter to everyone.
It charged no fee; it made no complaints.
It just silently kept providing shade.
One day, an old woman came.
She stroked the tree’s trunk and said,
"May God bless you. Sitting in your shade brings peace to the soul."
The tree smiled with a light breeze.
Its leaves rustled as if answering her prayers.
Time passed.
People came, rested, and left.
The tree’s roots grew deep into the earth,
And its shade spread even wider.
But one day, the owner arrived.
He told the workers,
"This tree is of no use to me anymore. Cut it down.
I can make some money by selling the wood."
The tree’s leaves began to tremble.
The wind stopped… as if even the sky was shocked.
When the first axe struck,
The tree made no sound.
Just one leaf broke and fell to the ground—
Like a silent tear being shed.
The tree thought:
"The ones I gave shade to are the ones cutting me down today…
Perhaps I was born only to give shade,
To ask for nothing in return for my love…"
When its trunk finally hit the ground,
The entire field was filled with dust.
And then…
The sun scorched the earth.
Now, there was no shade.
There was no place to rest.
People would come, stop, and feel sad.
A laborer said,
"The tree used to be right here, where we found a bit of coolness…"
The old woman came,
She touched the ground and wept:
"You are gone, my son… We found peace beneath you."
A light chill touched the air—
Perhaps the tree’s soul was passing by.
And it was saying:
"I kept giving you shade…
I wish you had given me just a little bit of shade, too."
If this story touched your heart,
Please like,
So that perhaps in someone else's heart,
A seed of mercy, kindness, and love for trees might grow.
The ground felt like it was sitting on fire.
Sand everywhere, heat in the air, and not a single spot of shade.
There was only one tree—
Old, but thick and green.
Someone or the other would sit under it every day.
Sometimes a laborer, soaked in sweat after a long day's work,
Sometimes a traveler coming from far away,
Sometimes a child, tired from playing.
The tree gave shelter to everyone.
It charged no fee; it made no complaints.
It just silently kept providing shade.
One day, an old woman came.
She stroked the tree’s trunk and said,
"May God bless you. Sitting in your shade brings peace to the soul."
The tree smiled with a light breeze.
Its leaves rustled as if answering her prayers.
Time passed.
People came, rested, and left.
The tree’s roots grew deep into the earth,
And its shade spread even wider.
But one day, the owner arrived.
He told the workers,
"This tree is of no use to me anymore. Cut it down.
I can make some money by selling the wood."
The tree’s leaves began to tremble.
The wind stopped… as if even the sky was shocked.
When the first axe struck,
The tree made no sound.
Just one leaf broke and fell to the ground—
Like a silent tear being shed.
The tree thought:
"The ones I gave shade to are the ones cutting me down today…
Perhaps I was born only to give shade,
To ask for nothing in return for my love…"
When its trunk finally hit the ground,
The entire field was filled with dust.
And then…
The sun scorched the earth.
Now, there was no shade.
There was no place to rest.
People would come, stop, and feel sad.
A laborer said,
"The tree used to be right here, where we found a bit of coolness…"
The old woman came,
She touched the ground and wept:
"You are gone, my son… We found peace beneath you."
A light chill touched the air—
Perhaps the tree’s soul was passing by.
And it was saying:
"I kept giving you shade…
I wish you had given me just a little bit of shade, too."
If this story touched your heart,
Please like,
So that perhaps in someone else's heart,
A seed of mercy, kindness, and love for trees might grow.
.