The Bench
Bench: Hey, come and sit on me.
Girl: Why?
Bench: Have you heard the whispers of trees lately?
Girl: No.
Bench: Maybe it’s about time you sit on me and take a
look at the trees around you.
Girl: I have no time for that.
Bench: The trees won’t wait for you either. Just me. I
will be waiting. I am here through spring till winter.
Trees shed their leaves on me. The sky rains and snows
on me. Everything comes and goes. I am the only one
that stays.
Girl: I am sorry to hear that.
Bench: I am not sad. Even though everything leaves, a
part of them will come back some day. You may be too
busy to sit on me today and that is ok. Some day, when
you are taking your child to the park, or maybe when
you are sixty, you might come back here and sit on me.
Just don’t be too late to be part of nature because
eventually you will be back in nature.
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