Long back in the forest, an oak tree complained to a fir tree, “You know when autumn comes, the wind blows down all my leaves.” The fir tree consoled it, “Do not worry. They will return when spring comes.” But the oak tree said, “I know but I will freeze till that happens.” The fir tree said, “Though I do not lose my needles, yet winter does not spare me as well.” The oak tree agreed and said, “I know but it makes me sad. Anyways, now I will go to sleep to forget my unhappiness.” But suddenly, a strong gust of wind blew over the tree. The tree sighed again. And then the wind said, “Take heart, dear tree!”
The Poor Oak Tree
