A priest was in charge of the garden within a famous temple. He had been given the job because he loved the flowers, shrubs, and trees. Next to the temple there was another smaller temple where there lived a very old religious master.
One day, when the priest was expecting some special guests, he took extra care in tending to the garden. He pulled the weeds, trimmed the shrubs, combed the moss, and spent a long time meticuluously raking up and carefully arranging all the dry autumn leaves.
When he had finished, the priest stood back to admire his work. “Isn’t it beautiful?”, he called out to the old master
“Yes,” replied the old man, “but there is something missing. Help me over this wall and i’ll put it right for you.”
After hesitating, the priest lifted the old fellow and set him down Slowly, the master walked to the tree near the centre of the garden, grabbed it by the shrunk, and shook it. Leaves showered down all over the garden.
“There,” said the old man, “you can put me back now.”
Nature is more perfect than anything man can create. To make it more beautiful in our eyes is to disrupt its natural beauty and to make nature ugly.