There are two trees. One tree is an Olive Tree. The other tree is a Fig Tree.

The Olive Tree is green all year. The Fig Tree loses its leaves in winter.

One day, the Olive Tree says to the Fig Tree, "Look at me! I am always green. But you lose your leaves. You look funny!"

The Fig Tree does not say anything. It is quiet.

In winter, a big snowstorm comes. The snow falls on the Olive Tree. The Olive Tree has many leaves. The snow is heavy. The branches of the Olive Tree break.

The snow falls on the Fig Tree, too. But the Fig Tree has no leaves. The snow falls to the ground. The Fig Tree is not hurt.

In spring, the Fig Tree gets its leaves back. It is safe and happy.

In a vast forest, there were two trees: an Olive Tree and a Fig Tree. The Olive Tree was quite proud because it remained green throughout the year, while the Fig Tree lost its leaves every winter.

One day, the Olive Tree boasted to the Fig Tree, "Look at me, I’m always green and full of leaves. But you lose your leaves every year and look quite odd!" The Fig Tree stayed silent and did not respond.

Then, one winter, a severe snowstorm hit the forest. Snow began to fall, covering everything in a blanket of white. The Olive Tree, with its numerous leaves, accumulated a lot of snow on its branches. The weight of the snow became too heavy, causing the branches to break and snap. In the end, the Olive Tree was left with broken branches and lost its beauty. It did not survive the harsh winter.

On the other hand, the snow fell straight through the bare branches of the Fig Tree and landed on the ground. The Fig Tree was unharmed and stood tall and strong, patiently waiting for spring to return and bring back its leaves.

Once upon a time, in a forest that was cooler than your average woods, lived two best frenemies: an Olive-Tree and a Fig-Tree. Now, Olive-Tree was like the superstar of the forest, always wearing a shiny coat of green leaves.

"Hey Figgy, check me out! I'm green 24/7, 365! I'm like the superhero of trees!" Olive boasted, doing its best tree-dance in the wind. "But you? Every winter, you look like you just woke up and forgot to put on your leaves!"

Fig-Tree, ever the chill one, just swayed and chuckled. "You're funny, Olive. Ever think about doing stand-up?"

Then winter rolled in, and it was like the whole forest turned into a snowball fight! Big, fluffy snowflakes came falling down, as if the sky was having a pillow fight with itself.

Olive-Tree wasn't happy. "Snow? Really? That's like putting ketchup on ice cream!"

As the snow piled up on Olive's leafy branches, the tree started to wobble like a tipsy seesaw. "Uh-oh, too much snow! I'm gonna—"

SNAP! CRACKLE! POP! Olive's branches broke like a bad magic trick. "Hey, where'd my fabulous go?"

Meanwhile, Fig was just chillin'. The snow didn't stick to its bare branches but just whooshed right through, as if saying, "Excuse me, coming through!"

"Ha! Look at me, Olive! I'm like a snow-ninja!"

Olive grumbled, "Okay, okay, you win this round, Figgy."

Fig-Tree smiled, or at least did whatever a tree does that's closest to smiling. "See you in the spring, Olive. We'll both be lookin' good then. But for now, let's enjoy the snow!"

And so, Fig stood there, all cool and strong, just waiting for the weather to change, while Olive learned that sometimes it's good to chill out. Because no matter what the season, it's how you roll with it that really counts.

Olive-Tree, always green, quite the show,
Said to Fig-Tree, "Your leaves always go!
See, I'm full and I'm lush all year through,
While each winter you start all anew."

Fig-Tree listened, but didn't say a word,
Letting Olive go on, acting absurd.
Not a leaf did it lose, not a twig did it break,
As it waited for spring, for its own season's sake.

Winter came with a blanket of snow,
Olive groaned 'neath the weight, branches started to go.
Snap and crack went its limbs, till it lay there so still,
While the Fig-Tree stood tall, unharmed by the chill.

Snow through Fig's empty branches did fly,
Landing softly below, as it sighed a small sigh.
Spring returned, leaves anew, Fig stood proud in its place,
As it whispered to winds that had slowed down their pace.

"See, dear Olive, each season will pass,
Change is something that's meant really to last.
Now you're gone, and I'm here, both a lesson we've faced,
There's a time and a place, and a speed and a pace."