Birch The Grandmother

Posted By on Dec 3, 2014


All of her life she has lived in a village and none of her leaf or a sprig has ever left these limits. All of her seeds fell into that land and the same land some of them gave birth to.
She saw a lot of grief in her life, a lot of pain she experienced. But the look of her crown was still young, energetic and even cheerful. Younger trees around the white envy jealous of her, but they’re also learned from her that amazing quality. Many of them asked for her advice or complained for life, but none of them she ever drove away or condemned. And for that is always around her could hear the rustle of the venerable: “Grandma”.