Once upon a time, there was an olive tree so old that it could hardly remember its first spring. Year after year, it grew slowly and patiently, bearing fruit even though no one was watching. People hurried past, their hours filled with haste, their eyes fixed on tomorrow. But the tree remained.
"Time is the only constant in life,’ whispered the wind, ‘like the old tree here on the hill."
Its roots drank deeply from the earth, its branches stretched towards the light, and each new branch was a reminder: patience, consistency and silence bear the sweetest fruit. Those who lingered quietly enough could hear the olive tree telling the story of the years – a soft symphony of past, present and future.
As Einstein said, ‘Only time is truly constant,’ the olive tree shows us:
"Those who live with time grow forever."