A subtle storm passed some months ago causing the whole city to be in chaos. One morning at work, I saw an old tree that had been down . Possibly, it was struck by the wind together with a strong rainfall during the storm. Long after, some men cut the tree piece by piece with a chainsaw.
All I thought the old tree was gone forever knowing that there was nothing left but the big brown seemed rotten lower trunk of it. Every morning I parked my motorcycle near that place where the old tree stood for a long time. As time went by, I have learned to accept that the old tree was gone.
Rainy season came. Day after day, night after night, rain poured hard out in the city. For almost a week, water did not cease to leave the city.
As I was sitting in the saddle of my motorcycle with my eyes gazing towards the then stricken old tree, I noticed something different with the left part of it. There were something around it; something that I did not expect to show up. I went closer to have a bigger look at it. To my amazement, yes, there were small green branches waving out of the trunk. I touched them, and found out, they were real scions.
No matter how old we are, if we are firmly rooted with our beliefs and principles in life, no powerful disasters can strike us down. Not even the most devastating storm can destroy us forever. We may fall, but it doesn't mean we can't rise.
