This story is written by Oscar Wilde.
At some point in our life, we realise that nature soothes us and shares our pains. Does nature help us when we are in trouble or in need? Read a story about how nature helps man in times of need..
So, like many...
But the Tree cried to the Nightingale to press closer against the thorn.'Press closer, little Nightingale,'cried the Tree, 'or the Day will come before the rose is finished.'
So the Nightingale pressed closer against the thorn, and louder and louder grew her song.
And a delicate flush of pink came into the leaves of the rose.
And the Tree cried to the Nightingale to press closer against the thorn.'Press closer, little Nightingale,'cried the Tree, 'or the Day will come before the rose is finished.'
So the Nightingale pressed closer against the thorn, and the thorn touched her heart, and a fierce pang of pain shot through her. Bitter, bitter was the pain, and wilder and wilder grew her song, for she sang of the Love that is perfected by Death, of the Love that dies not in the tomb.
And the marvellous rose became crimson, like the rose of the eastern sky.
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Idk why but this picture have a special place in my heart❣️
