An Amranth, one day, said to a Rose, “Dear Rose, how beautiful are you! You are the delight of the gods, the men and the temples. Your beautiful shape, colour and smell is praised by all.”
The rose then heaved a sigh and said, “Oh, Amranth dear, my life is too short and even if I am not plucked, I wither on my own and my petals fall on the ground, whereas you seem to be living forever. You never fade.”
Yawning Amranth is not sure even today if leading a dull long life was better than a few days of living in glory.
Moral : A small garden is better than an endless desert.