‘They need me’

‘No, they can’t do this’ he retorted.

‘Yes, they can’

A big tree of twenty ft. high and a small one of seven ft. standing under the sun going over the conversation they heard when few men came and decided to cut down the bigger one.

‘But you are serving them for years and you are not that old. You are still green. How could they think to do something like this? To You!’ asking bewildered.

‘Yes, I served them and now I am going to serve them in another way.’

‘What I am supposed to do now? Would they cut me down too?’

‘I don’t think so. Survive and serve, as long as you can’ the older the wiser.


‘Like I did all these years, standing in the sun and providing the shade and now by providing them the wood.’