704 words essay on the oldest tree in our school

There is a huge mango tree in a corner of the spacious compound of our school. This tree is said to be as old as the school. It has a thick and stout trunk. The trunk rises thirty feet from the ground. The girth of the trunk is no less than ten feet.

It has wide spreading branches and stems. Its branches and leaves are thick and dense and yield a pleasant shade. It forms a quiet retreat where one can rest. There is a wealth of beauty in the waving branches of this tree.

The songs of birds perching on its branches soothe the hearts of those who it vender its cool shade in the hot days of June. In their free periods, teachers as well as students repair to this tree and refresh themselves in its cool and life giving shade. As soon as one sits under its delightfully cool shade, one feels a peculiar peace descending on him.

One feels as if a new life were springing up within him. Buddha found peace and enlightenment under a tree. Our old sages and seers realized themselves under trees in far away forests. It is perhaps for this reason that man has loved trees and planting of trees from ancient times. In India, we worship trees like the bur and the pipal.

The paintings on the tombs prove that the ancient Egyptians loved trees. Every Egyptian noble surrounded his house with rare trees and beautiful flowers. The Hanging Gardens of ancient Babylon are famous in old history.

The ancient Greeks had their gardens full of rare trees. The nobles of Rome had their country villas surrounded by beautiful gardens. Poets wrote poems in gardens. Persia was famous for its gardens of roses and aromatic trees. The old Mughal kings of India were great lovers of gardens. They laid out and planted such famous gardens as the Shalimar and the Nishat Bagh in Kashmir and the Shalimar in Lahore.

This mango tree is a boon to our school. Boys find a lovely playground under the tree and they perch like monkeys on its branches. It is easy to climb this tree and there is very little risk of falling from it. The tree is well looked after. It is watered and manured regularly.

The school gardener is very jealous of it. He does not let anybody pluck its branches and leaves. In the month of March, the tree puts forth blossoms which give out a sweet fragrance.

Small yellowish blossoms appear on every twig. These develop into fruits that at first look like small peas. Gradually these fruits grow in size. They ripen in July. They are very delicious and nutritious. The sight of ripe yellow mangoes is very tempting. The boys mouths are filled with water. The strict gardener is a hindrance in their way.

On a fine day, when it is raining, the ripe juicy mangoes are removed from the tree and they are distributed among the teachers and the students. We suck the luscious, fluffy mangoes with a relish and gusto. The mangoes have a sweet and aromatic taste. The old students of the school remember these rare mangoes in their afterlife. They love this tree as much as the school, the teachers and their classmates.

Verily, a tree is a wonderful symbol of the mystery and vitality of life. It is a beautiful and useful unit of Nature. A tree brings man near his creator. Gardens and forests are made of trees and by trees.

They are sung of by poets, nursed by horticulturists and worshipped as the abodes of divinities by millions in India They help to attract rain and conserve the soil. Trees bring into being a protective defence against desert conditions. They provide food, fuel and timber. They render the climate more equitable.

They absorb and retain excess water during the heavy rains and thus prevent floods. They provide shelter for cattle and birds. It is for all these reasons that I love my school tree. I love to climb on it, sit on a stem and study in a cool and calm place. I am enamoured of this tree and shall never forget it in life.