Tale On a Tree a Man Planted

A man planted a tree front yard of his house wishing to grow and attract the birds to come and sit on the treetop and twitter sweet songs all day long in a warm sunny spring day; throwing a shade to quench the heat, hence, the weary wayfarers take a rest under the shade to refresh the languid body and the soul in a burning hot summer day; making the worn-out travelers to realize the word appreciation and abundance through a lot of sweet fruits the tree bears to feed in a beautiful autumn day; to shut out the bitter cold wintry wind comes with blizzard from north to tap the windows violently with the trunk and limbs of the tree in the dark dread bone chilling night. He took care of the tree with his utmost sincerity, he nourished the tree with manure, he covered its roots with rich soil in spring; he sprinkled and poured refreshing spring water to prevent it from burning down by the scorching sun that throws incandescent rays in summer; he looked after the tree day and night to assure no harm was done from the pests, he exterminated noxious insects clinging on the trunk to eat it away in autumn; he waved warm straw quilt and covered the trunk with it to check the blow of chilling wind coming from north at winter. The tree grew rapidly, it grew as much as the man’s effort and dedication, at last, after crossing many moons and suns over, and passing through the wild winds the treetop reached to the sky. He was happy after all; he tenderly whispered to the tree, patted the tree and hugged the tree. Nonetheless, what went wrong? Although the tree grew high and tall no merry birds came and sang, there was no cool shade as to cover the boiling sun, there were no branches loaded with the sweet fruits, rather, the wind which grabbed the withered branches and tossed them to the ground was colder than arctic air, the blizzard from the far north edge. The man, chopped the tree down.