A young girl, Maya, loved to visit a small, hidden grove near her village. One day, she noticed a large, old oak tree, its branches reaching like gnarled fingers towards the sky, was starting to wither. Concerned, Maya spent hours observing the tree, noticing the tiny insects that had once called it home were now dwindling. She realized the tree was dying, and with it, a part of the grove's life. Inspired by the beauty she'd witnessed, Maya decided to try and help. She planted new saplings nearby, nurtured them with water from the nearby stream, and spoke to the old oak, sharing stories of the grove's vibrant past. Slowly, the new trees grew, and the grove, though different, began to thrive again, a testament to Maya's love and the enduring power of nature. 

Why should we all not be like maya and take care of our mother nature ????