A pomegranate tree and an apple tree had a fight over who had the highest rank in their grove. The pomegranate tree said, “Your fruit is no match for mine.” The apple tree replied, “The top of my branches are filled with beautiful blossoms.” A weed from the neighboring plot of land overhead and said, “Please stop arguing in front of a poor wretch like me. I can’t ever hope to be as beautiful or bountiful as either of you.”