The Maple Tree

In the midst stood the Maple tree: tall, dark, expansive, handsome; stretching its arms majestically towards the sky. A monarch, robed by the countenances its leaves would conjure, the Maple tree fascinated the caterpillar.

The caterpillar found itself among a field of grass. The tall leaves towered above, sparkling with sprinkles of water on their gleaming surface. The sky peered through them, ever blue, the sun adorning it with its warmth. Little insects hopped through, as crickets rubbed their legs together and tiny flies hovered along.

It crawled its way through coarse thickets, sparse shoots and moist swampy patches, emerging from the grass onto plain soil. The tree was now clearly visible in the distance.

As it made its way towards the tree, it encountered a strange construction. It had four legs that dug firmly into the ground, rising up to join and connect in pairs. Joining these two pairs were flat bars laid horizontally across. These rose at an angle to form a connected platform. The caterpillar did not stop and look.It carried on ahead.

It came across a container. Scattered on the ground near it were an assortment of objects, all different shapes, sizes and colours. Some of them were palatable, there were flies and bees hovering all over them. The others were different, made out of foreign substances.

The Maple loomed right ahead, imposing and magnificent. The wind blew off a few leaves, and the caterpillar looked on with wonder. It made for it, its journey would now be successful, the destination only a moment ahead--

Ritesh looked under his expensive jogging shoe, wiped it off, and went ahead.