The only Friend Who Never Spoke..!!!
In a quiet village, surrounded by golden fields and fading sunsets, lived a humble farmer. He had no big dreams, no riches — just a small patch of land, a little house, and a tired heart that had seen better days.
One morning, after birds had ruined his crops yet again, he placed an old scarecrow in the middle of his field. It wasn’t anything special — just a few sticks, a worn-out shirt, and a hat that had seen too many summers. But for some reason… it brought him peace.
At first, it was just out of boredom — a casual “hey” or a sigh about the heat. But slowly, the scarecrow became more than just a stick figure. It became a listener. A silent friend in the middle of an empty field.
He’d walk up to it after a long day, lean on his shovel, and speak his heart out.
“I don’t know if I’m doing enough.”
“Some days I just feel... tired.”
“But today was okay. The sky looked nice.”
And though the scarecrow never spoke, the farmer swore it heard him.
And in return, it gave him something no one else did — comfort.
With time, he began to work harder. Smile more. He’d laugh to himself mid-conversation with the scarecrow, shake his head, and keep going. His field slowly turned greener. The harvest, better. Life… lighter.
To everyone else, he looked like a man working alone. But he knew — he wasn’t.
Then came the storm.Thunder cracked the sky. Winds roared like beasts. Rain poured mercilessly.
The next morning, the farmer ran to his field.
The scarecrow was gone.Just an empty patch of wet mud. Nothing more. He stood there, soaked in silence.
But instead of crying or rebuilding it, he just smiled softly.
“Even the ones who hold us up… don’t stay forever,” he whispered.
“But I’m thankful you did.”
And with that, he picked up his tools and walked back into the field —
this time, not for the scarecrow,
but for himself.
Because he finally understood something...
Everything is temporary. And happiness? It's not in what stays forever. It's in what makes you smile while it's here.
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