A seedling raised to become a tree, with many branches spreading across carefree. It was showered with love only till it bore fruits only till the branches were hanging low. Now, it was not looked upon anymore. Just some water everyday and they thought it would raise on its own. They thought right the tree survived and sheltered the birds and shadowed some herds. All of them would take a fruit from the tree but never watered it nor visited again. It still managed to bear fruits, for some kind men watered it when they passed by or sat under its shadow. Then came a time when all its branches and leaves dried it still stood strong until some men with axes came along they cut the tree till it's roots but the tree survived and served everyone right because the paper it became, it continued to bear all the storms and lonely night of everyone who wrote on them.