There was a pleased teak tree in the backwoods. He was tall and solid. There was a little herb by the tree.
The teak tree said, “I am extremely good looking and solid. Nobody can overcome me”. Listening to this the herb answered, “Dear companion, a lot of pride is unsafe. Indeed, even the solid will fall one day”.
The teak overlooked the herb’s words. He kept on applauding himself.
A solid wind blew. The teak stood solidly. Notwithstanding when it rained, the teak stood solid by spreading its clears out.
In the meantime, the herb bowed low. The teak ridiculed the herb.
One day there was a tempest in the backwoods. The herb bowed low. As normal the teak would not have liked to bow.
The tempest continued becoming stronger. The teak could no more bear it. He felt his quality giving way.
He tumbled down. This was the end of the glad tree. At the point when everything was quiet the herb stood straight. He glanced around. He saw the pleased teak had fallen.