The sun peeked through the branches of the tall mango tree, casting playful shadows on the soft grass below. Pia and Riyadh sat cross-legged under its cool shade, sipping water and giggling about their day at school. It had become their favorite spot—a quiet corner of the orchard where the breeze whispered and the tree always had something magical to say.
As they leaned back against the trunk, the tree’s voice gently stirred the air.
“Good morning, kiddos!” said the mango tree, its leaves fluttering like a soft wave. “Did you know I also give shelter to some cute little birdies? Look up!”
Pia and Riyadh looked up with wide eyes. There, nestled high among the branches, was a little round nest. Two tiny birds chirped cheerfully inside, flapping their wings.
“Wow, really?” Pia said, amazed. “You’re so awesome, Mr. Tree!”
“Aw, thanks, little one,” the tree replied with a warm rustle. “I do what I can. But… if I’m being honest, I wish I had more friends around here.”
Riyadh tilted his head. “Why don’t you have any friends nearby, Mr. Tree?”
The tree’s voice lowered, almost like a sigh carried by the wind. “Well… I used to have so many friends—peepal, neem, gulmohar, and even tall coconut trees. We swayed together, whispered stories through the wind, and watched over the village. But one by one, they were cut down by humans. Some wanted more land, others didn’t understand how much we mattered. Now, it’s just me and the birds.”
Pia and Riyadh sat quietly for a moment, their smiles fading. They looked at each other, thinking the same thought.
The next morning, just as the first light of day touched the orchard, the mango tree stood still, unaware of the surprise waiting for it. Pia and Riyadh returned, each holding a small sapling in their hands—one a bright flowering plant, the other a tiny neem tree.
Pia grinned. “Close your eyes, Mr. Tree! We have a surprise for you!”
The tree chuckled. “I don’t really have eyelids, but okay, I’ll pretend!”
The children dug small holes in the soil nearby, their hands muddy and their hearts full. With care, they planted the saplings on either side of the mango tree and gently patted the soil down.
“Okay, Mr. Tree—open your eyes!” Riyadh said.
When the tree looked down and saw the two little plants, it paused—and then its leaves began to sway in delight.
“Oh, my dear friends! What a wonderful surprise!” the tree said, joy ringing in its voice. “You brought me company… you brought me life! Thank you so much!”
“Now you won’t feel lonely anymore,” Pia said happily. “Soon, these little ones will grow tall and strong—just like you. And you’ll all tell stories and dance in the wind together again.”
The tree bent one of its branches down gently, brushing the children’s shoulders in a leafy hug. The birds chirped joyfully from the nest above as if they too felt the joy of new beginnings.
The three of them—Pia, Riyadh, and the mango tree—shared a big, leafy, laughter-filled group hug under the warm morning sun.
Moral of The Story :-
Every living being needs love and companionship. By planting trees, we not only help nature—but we also grow kindness, hope, and friendship. One small act can bring life to many.
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