The TREE That Stayed

After every storm, the villagers checked the tree first.

Ms. Eldra wasn’t just wood and leaves. She is an unforgettable memory. Children had learned to walk beneath her branches. Lovers had carved their promises into her bark. Elders sat beneath her shade, telling stories no one else remembered.

So when the biggest storm in a hundred years ripped through the hills, people didn’t fear for their homes —they feared for her.

Wind screamed. Roofs flew. Rain came sideways. And Ms.Eldra bent low.

“She won’t make it,” someone whispered, 

eyes fixed on the trembling silhouette in the dark.

But she did.

The storm passed. The sun returned. And there Ms.Eldra stood 
—battered but unbroken. Her roots had held.

Villagers gathered beneath her. No one spoke at first. Then someone laughed, another cried, and stories spilled ou t—of fear, of loss, of hope. 

Strangers became neighbors again. Walls went back up. So did hearts.

They rebuilt their village around Ms.Eldra, just as she had once grown up around them.

That fall, they planted saplings—one for every home lost, and every soul found.

Each tree carried a promise: to live like Eldra 

— to bend knowing it is Never the END but not break, 

— to give shade without asking, 

— to grow quietly and stand tall 

EVEN when the world falls apart.

Moral:

Real strength isn’t standing alone.

 It’s being deeply rooted

— so you can hold others up.

Someday everything will make perfect sense. So far now laugh at the confusion, smile through the tears and keep reminding yourself that everything happens for a reason