A Good Life

He lives high up, in a castle of gold, At least, that's what I was told, He lives like a king, was the story foretold, I went to see, with my eyes behold, Indeed it's glitter was bright and bold, I went inside and felt really cold, No love there just silver and gold, There in a distance I saw the truth untold, A man sat alone, frail and old, "Get out of here", the man did scold, "You are pure, your soul is yet unsold, I chased this glitter with a blindfold, Lost everything else and now I'm old, Go while your greed can yet be controlled", He cried and cried, could not be consoled, To acquire this glitter, his life he had sold, A price too high for things to get hold, I took my bike and down the hill I rolled, There's no king, the story needs to be retold, Love your home, crave not for castle of gold, Its people not things, that make life unfold, Heart full of love, make it your stronghold, Love will multiply your happiness manyf...

This is a story of two mango trees that stood side by side for a long time. The story began when a farmer decided to sow two mango seeds in the corner of his farm. Since the time he sowed the seeds, he took great care to water them and provide adequate fertilisers to help them grow. Soon the seeds sprouted and were small plants. The care they received continued till they were young trees. Now, they are a couple of years old and a couple of storeys high. As always they continued to receive care and attention from the farmer, who felt really happy to see the trees grow. All was going well until one day something happened that was to shape the destiny of the trees. The roots of the trees hit a rock in the ground below. "We have hit a rock", said one tree to the other, "Now what will we do? We are doomed. We can't penetrate this rock", it said. "Don't worry my friend just try and keep pushing, some thing might work out", said the other tree in an op...