Some Stories...
A small indian boy was walking home, his hand held fast by his mother. The busy street rattled by as the two stroll, purposley, onward. The mother leans down to her young son,
"Did you know that the Tree is the greatest teacher of them all?" she asked.
"But mummy, the Buddahh is the greatest teacher of them all, in India we all know that" replied the son, with an air of severity.
"Ah yes". She replied. "But even Buddahh was sat under a Tree when he found enlightenment, thats why people don't get enlightened anymore, they don't sit under Tree's".
Einstein once said that if bees were to become extinct Humans would have four years of life left. No bees, no pollenation. No pollenation, no plants. No plants, no animals. No plants or animals, no people. The future of bees depends on us as our future depends on them.
"Did you know that the Tree is the greatest teacher of them all?" she asked.
"But mummy, the Buddahh is the greatest teacher of them all, in India we all know that" replied the son, with an air of severity.
"Ah yes". She replied. "But even Buddahh was sat under a Tree when he found enlightenment, thats why people don't get enlightened anymore, they don't sit under Tree's".
Einstein once said that if bees were to become extinct Humans would have four years of life left. No bees, no pollenation. No pollenation, no plants. No plants, no animals. No plants or animals, no people. The future of bees depends on us as our future depends on them.