Hi, I am a Chestnut tree. For many decades, I have been standing here. I have witnessed many changes around me, but what has not changed is the way we have been caring about others. I still remember the words of the biology teacher at the school, “Children! You just cannot imagine how much potential this seed has stored inside it.”
The same evening the boy who was carrying me home, accidentally dropped me. After a few days, I started growing big and bigger and bigger. Of course, the teacher was right. We have only one religion – and that is to serve others – animals, birds, insects, children and adults. You can’t imagine how happy I am when children play in my shadow, or they climb me; and yes, when little Amy tries to hug me I consider myself to be the happiest creation of God.
I know many elderly people who used to play with me in their childhood. Most of them are still kind to me and my friends, but some seem to have forgotten the happy days they shared with us. A few months back, my best friend, who had stood with me for many decades, was cut into pieces. Apparently, someone needed new pieces of furniture. My dearest buddy was crying in pain, but those heartless humans were so cruel. I felt helpless. I just pray that my fellow trees and I don’t meet such an end. Of course, I too have a scar in my bark. A careless child once had the ‘interesting’ idea of carving out his name in my bark. It hurt a lot then, I even cried that night. But then, we trees adore children.
Sometimes I wish the world would be full of children. Their hands might be too small to hug me, but their heart s are as big as the sky.