Birds – kilk

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Once upon a time in a beautiful jungle, there stood a tremendous tree right by the highway. He had been living for more than century with nests full of birds on his branches. Every morning the tiny birds’ chirping was the Beethoven’s music for him. His flourishing leaves had always protected them even when the west wind came up with destructive forces and his fresh, tasty fruits had fed everyone in thier hunger as well.

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One bright morning, the tiny colourful birds residing on the tree talked about the mysterious world out there since they had never been to the places where humans lived. All they had seen was the metal-giant in which humans sit and move on the road. Meanwhile a deer walked towards the tree and asked them politely
“Is this the magnificent tree sheltering you all for century as they say?”
“Who are you to investigate that. You squirrel face? Hollered the parrot rudely, stretching its wings
“All the elder animals in the woods talk about the tree and his magnanimous conduct in helping other livings everyday. Therefore I have come to” narrated the deer courteously
“Living here is so expensive! you poor boy and squirrel faces like you are not even allowed to see him. you better leave now” interrupted the cockatiel scornfully
“I just wanted to talk to him for a second. Thereafter I will take leave and I am not squirrel! you blind tiny insects” yelled the deer annoyedly

“Stop your quarrels, close your nose and mouth now. It is coming” advised the tree with concern
At that very moment, wicked fuss with dark devil smoke surrounded and put all of them coughing repeatedly
“Ughh Humans! Don’t they ever stop moving that metal-giant thing on road here and there” shouted the crow angrily, covering itself with wings
“Closing our nose and mouth has become habitual now whenever the human moves that metal-giant” sighed the dove in frustration
“Did you notice this besides all those things?. the smoke has dimmed my true, beautiful colour. That is the worst part isn’t it?” Crow replied to the dove which looked confused at the statement
“Happy heavens! Nobody in the woods would believe if I told that you responded to me” exclaimed the deer coughingly despite the suffocation
“What brought you here.. little bud?” Inquired the tree endearingly
“I have traveled so long to know one thing” requested the deer
“What would that question be. My dear? Interrogated the tree
“what do you get back by giving shelter to other livings for century?” Asked the deer eagarly
“How dare you asked such reluctant question in my presence! You squirrel face” hurled parrot irritatedly
“No my dear birds. Do not yell at this little fella. I will asnwer to that question” continued the tree “The answer is that I believe it is my purpose of life in the world. Will you ask the flowing water why they shelter the fish?
Wil you ask the soil why she shelters trees like us ? Our life depends on one another. Little bud. Hating each another, living independently will never give the true essence of happiness” explained the tree wisely with smile on his face.
The deer went back delightfully learning a life lesson and visited the tree everyday ever since.

Day by day The road was busy with more and more metal-giant moving and the whole jungle filled with the dark devil smoke everywhere. Suddenly inspite of it being spring, the leaves sheded, the branches darkened and the birds fell sick.
“He seems to be affected and in pain. He is dying because of the merciless smoke coming from the iron giants” apprised the crow sorrowfully with teary eyes
“Cruel Humans! The giant thing’s smoke is killing countless of us. and now him.? We can’t let him die” cried all the birds desperately hugging the tree with thier wings to resist the smoke.
He had always given them food and shade but now he himself suffered from the pollution caused by the human. Heartbroken, The deer ran spreading the news of tree’s plight across the woods which fell into scarce silence in sorrow. All the living things there prayed to the Mother Gaia in tears for him.

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The very next day surprisingly there was no metal-giant with human passing the highway. No smoke, no noise, no garbage. And ironically all the humans tied thier nose and mouth with clothes and ran on foot here and there like the sheded leaves dancing to the tune of west wind in autumn.

Now everything is back to normal in the jungle as well as the tree and all the birds sing and play over him as always. Playing on the branches, the birds laugh rolling on one another
“It is so funny that the humans cover their nose and mouth now in panic like once we used to be” tells the parrot mockingly
“The Mother Gaia ordered them to shut their mouth I think” cheered the deer laughing out load with the birds.

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