There once was a tree Whose branches were thick and strong During the fall his leaves were so vibrant That every tree in the little thicket envied him. The tree was so proud of himself That he began to turn bitter And he turned his back on anyone Who would so slightly speak a word to him. One cold, rainy day When the skies had turned coal black And the wind blew strong, stronger than ever A bolt of lightening struck the tree, and burnt one whole side. The next morning when the others had awaken from their slumber They saw the old tree standing there, crying They all looked at him with pity Except for one little lonely sapling who could barely peak his head up from the puddle of rain in which he was growing in. The others looked at the little tree with anger And asked why he did not pity the other for he was the best in the thicket The little tree looked at them all and smiled. He then spoke in a small but powerful voice I do not feel pity for that tree because he does not feel pity for anyone else He has done nothing but shelter me from sunlight for three years and with the lack of light I cannot grow I have asked kindly of him to budge one of his branches out of the way but all he did was turn his back. Now with those branches burnt I may grow And I too someday will become the best in the thicket For he is my father, and a bitter one at that But I will not be so selfish as to shun others.Birth sign: Pisces
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