A green life .

For years , I had taken a sturdy stand on the ground . And to this day , I survive - against the harsh sun , stormy weathers and challenging seasons . I had never actually thought of why I ever committed to such a state of being - why did I never regret standing up tall and shading the ones that pass by ?.

So I sought out to uncover the reason behind my undetered spirit . I looked around - there was a toddler twiggling at my legs , his parents sat propped up on the grass that lay beneath . They were probably on a picnic , as they had carried along a small basket with them . The basket seemed to have sandwiches and a couple of pancakes . Just a closer look , and I could see my buddies - the ants , marching straight across to the basket . Their meal for the day was guaranteed .

The Sun had looked rather dull today . My senses predicted an enlivening bash of rain bymid-day.   Things were a bit parched up over the past few weeks , so I longed for one . For a few seconds I focused on the buttercups swinging with the breeze . And then I got back to where I 'd started - searching for the reason of my existence .

The baby crawled around for sometime . He looked about two years , and like a clump of cuddly fat he rolled beneath me . Soon enough the giggles had turned to tiny whimpers - he was hungry . The mother looked up into the basket and snuffed out a small tin of baby food . While she untapped the lid , I could hear her husband speak .

" Carla , our baby should grow up different . He's not going to be the urban toddler , stuffed with can food and bottle milk . No , I want him to thrive in nature - learn her ways . You know , sort of pick up an intelligence that is not quite found in the urban ones . Now what you ought to do , is pluck that dazzling apple from the tree above us and make Jimmy take a tiny crunch . "

The wife smiled and picked up her baby , she held his small fingers and raised them toward my apple. A fiery sensation of motherly love shot up my being. Little jimmy was as much to me as he was to his mother . It was my duty to make him happy by giving those apples . The love spiraled across my branches and made me twist a tad so that he could grasp hold of my apple .
I laughed heartily as little jimmy chewed onto the apple and giggled .

Then it struck me . I live to protect other beings,  that's how He created me. I show gratitude to Him, by showering love on everybody else . That was the purpose of my life - service to His beings .



Like I had predicted , the showers did happen . Little jimmy and his parents cuddled beneath me as I stood a tall apple tree.