The Axe and the Trees
Like every other day,the man came with the axe to cut a tree,one tree a day,7 days a week.This time the trees criticized the axe,telling him;don't you see that your handle is from wood?the stem of your life was a tree which died to give you birth.
The axe started to mourn,saying;my handle is from wood but my handle is in the man's hand,which imigates you.Don't you see you are raised to benefit the man,the water you drink,getting your branches repaired is for benefit.
As soon as understanding who really the man is,the trees said;cut our body and break our branches let the blossoms fall on the ground get us rid of the pain of living to benefit liars.
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