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The robin sat on a limb of the evergreen tree. He watched the night sky.

“Look at that shooting star!” he sung, wishing he could have half the star power.

The evergreen tree also wished to be more, remembering how the other trees put on coats of red and yellow and orange as the fall turned into a wild display of colors.

Winter soon arrived. There were few shooting stars to be seen. The once proud trees had lost their colors and were brown and bare. The robin returned to a branch in the evergreen tree.

Noon soon came. The sun shone brightly in the pale, grey sky. “How much more beautiful is the sun than all the shooting stars,” said the robin. Then, looking at the needles of the evergreen tree, he thought how marvelous their color against the winter whiteness. So saying, he threw out his chest and sang a wonderful winter song that made the tree glad.

Moral: Don’t judge your own beauty by how others look. Just be glad to be you.