Old Man in a Forest
dies, plant a new one in my memory. Tell your descendants to
do the same. It shall be our family’s duty to keep this forest strong.”
And so they did.
Each time the forest lost a tree, the children replanted one, and
so did their children, and their children after them.
And for centuries, the forest remained as lush and pretty as it once was,
all because of one man and his re-seeding hairline.