She used to stand in glory. Hands stretched out, she breezed herself into a dance at any time of the day. The scorching sun, the rains accompanied by lightning nor did the wintry spell bother her. She never faltered to give food to others that were painfully collected over the months. She loved watching the children grow up, the tiny animals scurrying around and hung her head in despair when people left her.
No one noticed her or cared for her until she was reduced to a stump. Unlike her living friends, she didn’t flinch, scream or resist while enduring the pain. After all, she loved them unconditionally and hoped that they would remember her.
She doesn’t breathe, dance or feel anything anymore, yet she had become an exquisite piece within four walls, much to the admiration of the people she loved. She still shows her love after her death.
That’s unconditional love from mother nature.