have everything.”
The rose turned its head and remarked,
“It seems that I am the most beautiful plant in this forest.” A
sunflower raised its yellow head and asked, “Why do you say that? In
this forest there are many beautiful plants. You are just one of them.”
The red rose replied, “I see everyone looking at me and admiring me.”
Then the rose looked at a cactus and said, “Look at that ugly plant full
of thorns!” The pine tree said, “Red rose, what kind of talk is this?
Who can say what beauty is? You have thorns too.”
The proud red rose looked angrily at the
pine and said, “I thought you had good taste! You do not know what
beauty is at all. You can not compare my thorns to that of the cactus.”
“What a proud flower”, thought the trees.
The rose tried to move its roots away
from the cactus, but it could not move. As the days passed,the red rose
would look at the cactus and say insulting things, like: This plant is
useless? How sorry I am to be his neighbor.
The cactus never got upset and he even
tried to advise the rose, saying, “God did not create any form of life
without a purpose.”
Spring passed, and the weather became
very warm. Life became difficult in the forest, as the plants and
animals needed water and no rain fell. The red rose began to wilt. One
day the rose saw sparrows stick their beaks into the cactus and then fly
away, refreshed. This was puzzling, and the red rose asked the pine
tree what the birds were doing. The pine tree explained that the birds
got water from the cactus. “Does it not hurt when they make holes?”
asked the rose.
“Yes, but the cactus does not like to see any birds suffer,” replied the pine.
The rose opened its eyes in wonder and said, “The cactus has water?”
“Yes you can also drink from it. The sparrow can bring water to you if you ask the cactus for help.”
The red rose felt too ashamed of its past
words and behavior to ask for water from the cactus, but then it finally
did ask the cactus for help. The cactus kindly agreed and the birds
filled their beaks with water and watered the rose’s roots. Thus the
rose learned a lesson and never judged anyone by their appearance again.
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