The autobiography of a Banyan  tree

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I am an octogenarian banyan tree. I am most all over my trunk. but still I have so many branches to offer the tired Travellers a comfortable and cool shade at noon. my friend across the world , and I give humanity some of the vital amenities  that make life possible on earth oxygen, medicines, etc.  visit them without expectation and sacrifice our everything to support them.

I was born from a seed . I remained low in the ground for some days. then I open my eyes and was greetted by the sun during spring  that time of the year when the air is fresh, delicately romantic and a place to breathe. the world seem very beautiful. I was never tired of looking at Sunny nature. I stood on my feet. I played Hide and Seek game with sunrise and moon beams . what joy and merriment! management is the sunny side of any  existence. isn't  it? gradualley, I  attend Maturity,  and rooted deep in the ground.

I stood as a silent witness of varied  spectacles, it was an afternoon. some children play under the careful quotation on my big arms.  I saw a funeral procession passing by me . they were praying for the eternal bliss of the departed soul. tears where rolling down the cheeks of the Men in the procession. wailing of women wear Heart reading . I sighted. I meditated and realise that the cycle of birth and death  , going through ages ,is a plan of God. I am also a theist .I also desire to live with God after death. where I will find eternal peace. I also saw many weddings processions,  processions of pilgrims passing by me or taking rest for sometime .I felt interested in worldly affairs. in The Dark night ,Dacoits  and gangstars assemebled beneath my branches. I listened intently to there hushed voice.they  resolved to murder a man and decamp with a booty. I shuddered  with fear. but I had no power to resist them or to  disrupt their cruel plan.

I have grown very old and lost my youthful vigour and strength . one day some cool people chopped off a good many number of my branches. but I could not say anything and continue to bleed from profusely from the wounds . however, I have seen a great deal of men and their manners. they have enriched my knowledge. everybody around me respects me for my wisdom. but I am afraid of none but violent Storms. I have been withstanding their Mighty onslaughts for many years. but no now , I think my days are numbered. I will accept death with a spirit of calm resignation to God who once brought me in this world. like human beings I am also mortal . thus, I should not lament. . Rather I feel glad, remembering my glorious past.