THE MOUNTAIN THAT FOUND A HOME
Once, there stood a lonely, barren mountain, speaking softly to the sun, moon, and stars each night.
But no matter how many stories he shared, the sky never answered back. There were no creatures to keep him company, only the whisper of the wind.
One day, as a bird soared overhead, it accidentally dropped a bundle of seeds onto the mountain’s
sharp peak. The seeds tumbled down his slopes, but instead of feeling lucky, the mountain felt sad—
as if he had simply been a place to discard things.
But no matter how many stories he shared, the sky never answered back. There were no creatures to keep him company, only the whisper of the wind.
One day, as a bird soared overhead, it accidentally dropped a bundle of seeds onto the mountain’s
sharp peak. The seeds tumbled down his slopes, but instead of feeling lucky, the mountain felt sad—
as if he had simply been a place to discard things.
A single, heavy tear rolled down his rocky face, soaking the seeds
before he drifted into another lonely slumber.
before he drifted into another lonely slumber.
But the next morning was different. Tiny, cheerful voices chirped near his nose, and when he looked down, he saw small green sprouts dancing in the sunlight. Surprised, he asked, “Who are you?” The sprouts swayed and replied, "Dear old mountain, you brought us to life with your teardrop. We are the sprouts of the mighty pines. Today we are small, tomorrow we will be saplings, and one day, we will stand tall and strong. And as we grow, birds, animals, and critters will come, and you will never
be alone again."
be alone again."
The mountain’s heart swelled with joy. He welcomed the tiny sprouts, watching over them as they stretched toward the sky. And as the years passed, the once-barren peak became a thriving forest,
filled with life and laughter.
filled with life and laughter.
Never again was the mountain lonely.
