Generosity in spite of

There, up in the sky, the stars keep blinking. The moon, so bright a star, going slowly behind the clouds. It will appear again, we all know. A betel-nut tree keeps swaying gently as if conveying its annoyance at something that has been going wrong for year after year. It is a feeble tree with a thin trunk. All it can do is express its displeasure in its own way.
Wind that is blowing is gentle enough, not to arouse any eyebrows. The world keeps moving ahead in its own delight. Sorrow keeps itself hidden in some corner. The wind keeps playing through the leaves of the betel-nut tree. That soothes the tree I suppose. Some consolation for the betel-nut tree's annoyance and displeasure. But who cares for a betel-nut tree's annoyance? Just the moon showers some gentle light on its leaves. Some lives truly reflect the generosity of the moon.

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