The Tallest Tree

The tree was very tall; in fact he was tallest tree in the forest and still growing. He knew that the day was not far off when he would be touching the moon and fondling the stars. Naturally he was arrogant for no one had been able to reach the heights which he had scaled. He looked at everyone else with contempt.

The clouds were moving at their slow and leisurely pace. They were heavily pregnant and were enjoying their trip to the mountains. When they saw the tall tree they were rather amused.

“You are really a funny fellow; what are you doing here at these majestic heights?” a cloud asked half-jokingly

“What business you have to make such stupid remarks? Be on your way, you creepy fellow.”  Tree was so crude in his demeanour that the clouds were taken aback.

“How can we be on our way? You are standing in our way?”

“I am not standing in anybody's way. I am standing at my place and for years.”

 A sage in the forest was hearing this argument. He murmured, when a thing is alive and young it is soft and supple; when it is old and nearing death it is hard and unyielding.  

At that moment lightning struck the tallest tree in the forest. 

The clouds moved on.

Written for Three Word Wednesday

Word prompts-arrogant,crude,supple