Humanity doesn’t mean cruelty, it means kindness for fellow beings.


Not all who wander are lost.


I love my home and I will do everything I can to save it.

Once there was a forest and in that forest there was a tree and in this tree
lived a little bird. The little bird loved her home. She loved the leaves, the
branches, the tree and the entire forest. It was her home.
One day the little bird smelt something strange. She flew up, high over the
canopy and saw in the distance a fire, a great snake of flames and smoke
coming towards her. She called down to her friends, “It’s a fire, we must do
something,” but all her friends fled. “Run away with us,” they called,
“otherwise you will die.”
But the little bird loved her home and would not leave it to be destroyed. She
flew down to a stream by the tree in which she lived and dipped her wings
into the water. She then returned to the sky and when she was over the fire,
tipped her wings to release the droplets of water. The water hissed and fizzed
away in the flames in an instant. She flew back to the stream and again wetted
her wings before returning to the fire. She did this time and time again with
the fire getting closer and closer to her tree.
Up in the heavens, the gods looked down and laughed at the futility of the
bird’s quest to save her home. But one god, the Eagle God, did not laugh.
Filled with admiration, he swooped down from heaven and joined the little
bird as she flew between stream and fire. “Listen, little bird,” said the Eagle
God, “You must fly away. Your attempts to put out the fire won’t work and
you will die.”
“I don’t care if I die,” cried the bird. “I love my home and I will do everything I
can to save it.” The Eagle God was so filled with compassion that large tears
began to drip from his eyes. They hissed and fizzled in the fire but these were
big tears and soon there was stream of them, then a river and at last the fire
was stifled. The Eagle God returned to heaven and the little bird to her tree.
And by spring, new shoots of life were peeping up through the carpet of ash
on the forest floor.
This mother earth is our home.
Our planet which has given us an opportunity to live this luxurious life is in danger today. Cumulative efforts are required to bring the change.

Never forget 3 R’s: Reuse, Reduce, Recycle!!