He stood alone, hunched, miserable, the outcast- unlike the other handsome trees which grew tall, their branches spread all over, giving shade to a weary traveller.
He was one of them but the cursed child- he stopped growing after 2 years and remained the barren, stunted one- he wasn’t even fit to be called a tree.
As he was cursing his fate, a man passed by. He stopped, looked at the stunted tree and his expression changed- there was this look of amazement, admiration. He ran to get his canvas and paint brushes and started painting.
“What an idiot”, the tree thought. “Wasting his time”.
As “The tree that gave me wisdom”, was admired by thousands of people in the art gallery at Paris, the tree stood cursing himself, oblivious that he was loved and people were in awe of him, all because of his uniqueness.
Linking up with the amazing Priceless Joy, this week’s photo prompt is given by Yarnspinnerr, thanks for the picture