The Olive and the Fig: A Tale of Adaptation

In the sun-drenched grove, an Olive-tree stood proud, its leaves a perpetual green. Beside it, the Fig-tree danced with the seasons, shedding its foliage in a delicate waltz. The Olive, evergreen and unyielding, mocked its neighbour’s transient attire.

One fateful day, a shower of snow descended, blanketing both trees. The Olive, its branches laden with leaves, bore the weight stoically. But the snow, relentless, broke its limbs, stripping it of its beauty and life.

Across the way, the Fig-tree stood bare, its branches stark against the white canvas. The snow, finding no purchase, fell through to the ground, leaving the Fig unscathed.

And so, the Olive learned a harsh truth: Adaptability, not stubbornness, ensures survival. The Fig, with its seasonal shifts, thrived—its leaves fleeting but resilient. In the dance of nature, it was the Fig that whispered wisdom to the wind, while the Olive lay broken, a monument to rigidity.