The tree of humanity

ফেরিওয়ালা The Tree of Humanity In a vast, sunlit valley, there stood an ancient tree known as the Tree of Humanity. Its roots were deep, intertwining through the earth, and its branches stretched far into the sky, touching the clouds. This tree was unlike any other—it thrived not on water or sunlight alone, but on the actions and choices of the people who lived in the valley. The people of the valley revered the tree, for it was said to be the source of their prosperity. As long as the people acted with kindness, compassion, and unity, the tree flourished, bearing golden fruit that provided for all. But if the people turned to greed, hatred, or division, the tree would wither, its branches growing brittle and bare. For many generations, the people of the valley lived in harmony. They cared for one another, shared their harvests, and resolved disputes with wisdom and patience. The tree, in return, stood tall and strong, a symbol of their collective goodness. Its golden fruit was plentiful, and no one in the valley ever went hungry or suffered in want. One day, however, a man named Kellen arrived from a distant land. He was a stranger to the ways of the valley and marveled at the golden fruit. "Why should such wealth be shared among all?" he asked. "Surely those who work hardest should take the largest share." He began to sow seeds of doubt among the people, encouraging them to compete for the fruit and to guard their own portions with jealousy. Slowly, the harmony of the valley began to fray. Neighbors became suspicious of one another, hoarding what they had and turning away from those in need. Acts of kindness became rare, and disputes, once settled through understanding, now escalated into anger and resentment. As the people changed, so did the tree. Its leaves began to fall, and its once golden fruit turned bitter and sparse. The valley, once filled with laughter and song, became a place of sorrow and strife. The people looked to the tree in despair, but they had forgotten the connection between their actions and its health. One night, an old woman named Mira, who remembered the valley’s former peace, called the people together. "The tree is but a reflection of us," she said. "When we are divided, it withers. When we are united, it thrives. We have forgotten that we are the roots and branches of the Tree of Humanity." Moved by her words, the people began to change. They put aside their grievances and started helping one another again, offering forgiveness where there had been bitterness, and sharing where there had been hoarding. Acts of kindness spread through the valley like wildfire, and slowly, the tree began to heal. Its leaves returned, and the golden fruit reappeared, more radiant than before. From that day on, the people of the valley understood the lesson of the Tree of Humanity. They realized that their prosperity, their happiness, and their very survival depended on their ability to care for one another. No longer did they compete for the tree's fruit, for they knew that the greatest treasure was the strength of their unity. And so, the tree stood tall for many more generations, a symbol of the power of compassion, cooperation, and the shared responsibility of all humankind. Moral: Humanity thrives when we act with kindness and unity, but withers when we allow division and selfishness to take root.