The Silent Truth... A short story

A short story of an Oak tree.

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Once upon a time, a pumpkin plant grew close an old oak tree. The tree was huge, its roots deep buried in the past. The pumpkin plant grew fast in full bloom, white and yellow flower buds, circular and orange pumpkins and plush green leaves dancing in the spring breeze. When the pumpkin plant reached the prime of its formative years, it spoke to the historical oaktree. You're so old, it mentioned.

"It have to have taken you centuries to develop. You might be so out of date, i doubt one even likes you or takes pleasure to your sight. You occupy so much space and what do you offer to nature and humans in return?

We are the meals and the fruit now. We develop very quickly and look what a sight to peer."

The historical oaktree remained silent.

Autumn came. The old_Oak tree spoke."Au revoir', it mentioned to the pumpkin plant whose leaves have been now withered and Pumpkins Preserved for Halloween by using the local farmers. What remained was once washed away by way of the tough winter rains and darkish winds. There was once no signal of the plant anymore. The old oak Tree used to be there, waiting to be experienced again.