‘The gods gathered together,
And seemed to agree,
That the Kalpa spirits were the most pure,
As there were many counts of their generosity.
Their selfless love and the need to share,
Had brought prosperity everywhere.
Peace followed where they went,
And sowed the seed of giving, in the ones they met.
The gods concurred that Kalpas be made eternal,
By attaining the most beautiful and purest form of nature.
They worked together and brought to life,
That which would be precious to every creature.
They said that they had made sure,
That their form captured every bit of their loving traits.
That though they would start out small,
They would grow to be loved and respected by all.’
‘What did those spirits go into, grandma?’
The little one could wait no more.
‘They became magnificent trees, my dear,
And brought happiness to everyone, far and near.’
‘But there aren’t many trees around, anymore’
Said the little one sadly, ‘Are they not loved as before?’
‘They sure are, my dear, but not by everyone;
The others are learning, they are just slow.’
