One day, I happened to have a husband at my side, who was like a tree. Now that he stood against winds, giving me shades, he was so lovable, making me want to be under him always.

However, from one day on, I started to dislike the tree. Because it required my constant care, blocking even my views creating occasions when I could not do what I really like to do.

Even though he was the tree I loved, I came to dislike him being such a tree. Often he is so bothersome, making me uncomfortable,  giving me hard times that I hated the tree which made me so.  And so I developed unnecessary mumbling and even sulking.

Then one day on, the tree began to wither, began to die. And then during a severe typhoon because of the violent storm followed, the tree fell. In the meanwhile, I was just watching it happen. 

Next day under the hot sun, it didn't take long for me to realize how wrong was my thought that I could lead a full life by myself without the tree.

Only then did I realize how precious to me was the fallen tree that died simply because I did not love him.

All the while I regarded my husband tree not as important, he had provided such important shades for me

Though it may be somewhat late, now I realize that I better raise the fallen tree up and love him again.

We came to realize how precious and necessary being each one is to others

My dear husband, my tree!
I am sorry,
And I love you

Dear ones,
Doesn't your husband tree show signs of dried leaves or a bit of withering?  Please don't forget that your husband tree needs love as needed nutrition.