- "I am a very good tree", - Santol said...
- "I bear a lot of fruits every year.
- They have tender reddish tinge.
- And are so sweet and tasty.
- You are laughingstock, bamboo.
- You produce fruits only before your death.
- You are good for nothing."
These haughty words were overheard
by windy spirit.
The gale blew.
Santol tree became crippled.
Many its branches were broken.
But bamboo was happily survived.
Poetry and Photography by Sheikh Igor ibn Abi Sufyan-Marinovsky