The Tree That Knew How to Wait 🌿

In a grove, Milo the maple tree grew near tall oak trees and pine trees. Milo felt small.

“Why can’t I be strong like them?” he whispered.

The wind softly said, “Shhh… listen.”

One day, a little girl named Asha sat under Milo. She tried to play her flute, but the notes sounded wrong again and again.

“I’ll never get it right,” Asha said, feeling sad.

A gentle breeze shook Milo’s branches. One small, star-shaped leaf fell into Asha’s hand. It felt like the leaf was saying, “You don’t have to be perfect to be beautiful.”

Asha looked up. She saw something special. Milo did not have many leaves, but the sunlight came through his branches and made pretty shapes on the grass. His few leaves sparkled like little green lights.

Asha smiled. She took a deep breath and played again. This time she played to enjoy it, not to be perfect. The music sounded lighter and happier.

Time passed. Milo grew slowly step by step. His trunk became stronger. More leaves came. And every autumn, Milo turned bright red and gold, shining like a flame.

Asha grew too. She did not become a perfect flute player, but she became something better - a girl who played with joy.

Morals 

• Grow at your own speed.

• Don’t compare yourself to others.

• Small changes still matter.

• Being patient means trusting your time.

• You don’t need to be perfect just try and be present.

• You are not late. You are still growing.

• You are always becoming, and every you matters.

Imagine the sky. Sometimes it’s blue, sometimes cloudy, sometimes it rains, sometimes the sun shines. But it never stops being the sky. It doesn't need to change to be the sky.
Truth is like that.

Just like the sky is always the sky, you are already you. And that is enough. 🌿