The Last Tree on Earth Tells Its Story Imagine a world, parched and barren, a silent world where you never hear the chirping of birds or the rustling of leaves, and in the midst of this depressing landscape stands a lone tree, weathered and wise. If it could speak, what would it say? The tree would tell a sorrowful tale.   “I once belonged to an endless grove of trees. Tall and sturdy, with thick woody, leafy branches and roots firmly grounded in the soil, our leaves were different shades of green, forming a magnificent sight. We were the lungs of the earth, the source of balance. Children climbed and swung from our branches and played in the shade we provided. We were home to the birds, and squirrels happily scampered up and down our trunks. Our wrinkled bark held the secrets of lovers.  We witnessed the changing seasons—the joys of spring, the warmth of the summer, the freshness and cleansing of the rain the golden splendour of autumn, and the quietude of winte...

    Hello, Mr. Bond, Happy birthday and still happy writing. Congratulations on your new publications for early learners—ABC  and 123, and Laugh With Me.  It’s no mean feat that you, sir, continue to regale us with tales that are so endearing in their simplicity and relatability. My first read was the Book of Humour, which left me in good spirits and grinning at the antics of Uncle Ken, your lovable grandparents, and others. After that, I acquired quite a collection of your books. … Sir, you use no bombastic words, nor do you script elaborate dramas, yet we remain hooked from the very first line. You write a haiku, a limerick, and a spooky tale with equal ease! How wonderful is that? I remember asking for your books at a local book fair and being told they were all sold out. You bring us the magic of the mountains, trees, rivers, animals, and even a tiny moth or snail in words that linger long after we’ve finished reading. You’ve written a verse...

  Two Chirping birds     The alarm clock failed to ring and wake me at the usual hour but I was awakened from deep slumber by the sound of incessant chirping. I rubbed my sleep-laden eyes and turned my head towards the window… There perched on the sill were a crow and sparrow in animated conversation. I was annoyed that the alarm hadn’t gone off but couldn’t help smiling as I watched these two. I decided to listen in. Carl the crow – (cawing loudly) “Good morning Sally, how are you today?” Sally the sparrow : “I’m good. I’m still rejoicing over my lucky day, which was yesterday. I found a birdbath filled with water. I’m so grateful to the humans who care for us, especially during this hot summer. Besides, the bird feeder around the corner was full of tasty tidbits. Praise the Lord for Avian lovers.”   Carl the crow- Good for you! It’s good to begin the day on a positive note. Sally the sparrow : “Absolutely. However, I don’t understand these humans....