Short story, from the past
Happen only few hundreds years back!
My tree to be
Once upon a time
I decided to plant a tree
So, I took my tools
Went to the nearest cloud, I could see
Carefully, in the center I dug
Deep down, almost to the ground
To have a strong foundation
To my lovely tree to be
Nicely cover it
But I didn’t water it
You see, have you ever seen?
Anybody watering a plant in the clouds
No, I guess your answer will be
Proudly, as I was leaving I said to myself
That was a wise decision you took
I left straightaway
Someday, later I went to see
To my surprise, there was no tree
I screamed to the top of my voice
I trusted you with my precious tree to be
Oh …clouds what did you do?
That was too much to take
So, I sat in one of the clouds
Wondering
Could it be me?
Or the clouds!
Or maybe my tree to be!
What did I do wrong?
Can anybody help me?
Thanks
Nazlat