Two skeletons

He lived in a tree. Once when a drought hit the land, The roof of rustling leaves, from where sun rays would make its way, left his home one by one. Nothing but a giant skeleton of the tree remained. He sat dejectedly holding one of the dried leaves between his fingers.

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"What If I go absent too?"

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A hot desert wind, strongest of its kind scattered all the dried leaves that were spread around. No trace of the color green remained except the golden leaf held between his fingers.

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Surrounded by the Vast stretch of dry lands, his home spoke up.

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"I will wait for you, you go and find yourself a shelter before it hits you too."

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"I can't leave you like this, it will rain soon, don't loose hope, not yet. I will stand by your side."

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He dug a hole right beside the tree and buried himself up to his knees. He spread his arms and pledged to keep looking at the sky until it rains.

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Hours past into days and days into weeks. Like all the green leaves, the time, touching and brushing his soul was passing and falling too.

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Upon the land of misery stood two skeletons. Looking at the stars he waited for the downpour.

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But It never rained.

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While breathing for the last he conjured up his entire strength and cried out at the sky. Louder he cried weaker he became. At last his body failed him.

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The hands that were spread like tree dropped down. His body crashed on the ground. The dry surface went harsh on his skin. Tears rolled down sideways and fell on the land. His weakening body released many more drops of tears until he breathed for the last.

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It was a beautiful cloudy morning when after few days, right at the center of the tree, a green leaf took birth.

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