The Sapling

We sowed a seed, and expected a tree
We manured it, we watered it everyday
We gave it sunlight, we gave it our time
With a smile on our face, we waited.

The seed grew to a sapling
and our joy knew no bounds
we started dreaming of the tree
we started dreaming of the fruits

Then came a mighty storm
and ran over our beloved plant
Under the fury of the wind
lay the plant; crushed, senseless, dead.

With our dreams shattered
we blamed the storm
we blamed the lightening
we blamed the nature

But whose fault was it really?
Of the storm ? that was just passing by .
Of the lightening ? that was just doing its job.
Of the nature ? which never does anything without a reason

Or, was it the fault of the time ?
Did the storm arrive a little early ?
Struck the sapling when it was still young,
Cos it knew, it had no chance with the tree.