Harith Fadhillah
- a friend of mine
- i was a dead tree last time
- without leaves
- awaitin fr a man to bring me life
- a life that it so called victory
- a victory that no one could ever gained.
- in a yard there were a lot of beautifull flowers and a lot of bees busy for the honey.
- me?
- just a tree
- an old tree
- even the sun brightly risen up could not help me to grow and become a big tree.
- I was ashamed of myself.
- but there..
- is a man
- holding a pail of water..
- a water!
- even a pail should be more than enough.
- but he.strongly and bravely brings a pail of water where the river nearby is full of angrily and hungry alligators..
- but to save this tree that man is willing to sacrifice and carry a lott of water...
- he pour all the water at the tree and look after of that tree..
- he believes that the tree will become a very big tree..
- someday and he believes in it..
- he makesure the tree is well taken care...
- and now by the time has arrives..
- the big tree has fruits.
- its a magic fruits and the tree becomes beautifull and well taken care .
- and now.
- no way of that tree to forget that man atribution and help.
- the tree fruits every season so the man could sell the fruits and noww..
- he is becomin a well known rich man!
- thats all...
for the best conclusion.. HARITH FADHILLAH..i wont ever2 forget about you.i dont have the tend to forget people. I hope i would not forget u and i really apprieciate u as I was a dumb girl before..
thankyou,
cleopatrathedevil
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