For the want of money
Needed for his treatment,
The farmer resolved at last
To cut down and sell the tree
That grew fat and tall with time.
Under the scorching sun, one day
He touched the hard bark lovingly
And felt the warmth of affection.
After a while, wasting no minutes
He began to pierce the rocky skin
With his sharp saw in a hurry,
But within few minutes he got tired
As the sun burnt his entire body,
He collapsed on the ground
And after gaining consciousness
He suddenly realized the shadow
Saved his suffocating life from heat,
Spreading over him like an umbrella.
He learnt a lesson and felt guilty,
And withdrew his plan to bleed his child.
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