Once upon a time there was an old man who live alone at
the outskirt of the village. The villagers out of compassion randomly brought him food and that is how he survives. It so happen that the old man was in love with nature that the surrounding of his small mud house was all surrounded by different types of plants, herbs, fruits, flowers and bushes. The scenario of the house was as if no souls reside there but just an abandon house. The old man out of sympathy for the nature that surrounds him never had once clear or pluck anything that grows around his house. Everyday he passes his time wandering among the greenery of his garden. Sometime it appears that the old man was having a conversation with the plants, sometimes he used to burst out laughing uncontrollably and used to cry as if he was incosolable. And often times he gently caress the sweet little turf. He was never lonely because he was entertained throughout all day by different rhythm of the insects and the birds.
Different seasons come and go and the old man admiration for the nature continue.
That year, when the early spring began to form, there was an eerie silence around the mud house. The bird refuse to sing and the insects were noiseless. The villagers buried the old man just outside his house forever to dwell with the plants around him and the turf covered him as if embracing and comforting him. That day the branches sway and every plants and trees bow down to him, followed by the precious silver droplets from the sky.