Trees and Children

There is a large tree in the forest with thick stems, many large branches, and lush leaves. A lonely child comes to the tree to play.

The boy imagined he heard the tree say kindly to him, "Come on climb me. Build a small play house up here. You can use my little branch if you want, also my leaves are abundant. "So the boy climbed the tree, broke a few branches, took leaves, and made a secret house high on the tree. Even though it hurts the tree, the tree is happy to sacrifice a little to see the child get so much pleasure. During long days, the child will play inside the tree house. The tree is satisfied.

When the child grows older, he stops playing on the tree. The tree became sad, the branches bent and the leaves lost their luster.

After a few years, the child who is now a teenager returned. The tree was excited to see it again. The young man felt he heard the tree say, "Come on climb me again. Your old tree house is still here. I miss you."

"Now I'm too old to play a tree house," thought the teenager. "I want to go to college but I'm too poor."

"No problem, 'the tree seemed to say," Come back in a week. I will take out the fruit. I will make extra. Please harvest all of my fruit and sell to pay your tuition fees. "

So the child returned seven days later. The tree is filled with ripe fruit. The child takes everything until the last fruit, sells it, and is enough for a one-year tuition fee. The tree is very happy.

The child returned for the next three years, took every fruit and sold it to meet the costs. The tree is happy. The tree even seems to be trying harder each year to produce more fruit for his friend, even though this makes the tree tired and more sick.

When the child graduated, he stopped coming. The tree is sad again. A few years later, the boy, now a young man, returned. He had a very clear impression that the old tree was crying with joy to see it again. "Wait a few more days. Even though I'm a bit weak now, I can still produce a lot of fruit so you can sell it for your college fees.

"I'm not going to college anymore," said the young man, "I already have a job. I've fallen in love and want to get married, but we need a house to live in. "

"Not masalah," the tree seemed to say, "come back tomorrow with a saw. Take my thick branch. It can be used to make strong floor and pole boards. There is even enough wood to make the walls. Use small branches and large leaves for the roof. There are many."

Thus, the next day, the young man took all the branches and leaves to make his house, leaving only the trunk. Even though it hurt the tree badly, the tree happily made a big sacrifice for someone he loved.

For years, the boy never returned. The tree depends on his happy memories to maintain his life.

When the boy came again, now a middle-aged man, the tree almost jumped out of the ground with joy. "Welcome! How happy to see you again! "Even this time the birds could hear the tree. "What can I do for you? Please allow me to help. "

"I have children now," the man answered, "and I want to start my own furniture business to get enough money to give them a good life."

"Very good," said the old tree, "even though you might think I was just an old stump, there was a lot of beautiful wood in my trunk to make a lot of expensive furniture. Take it I will be happy if you take everything. "

So the man came the next day, cutting down the tree trunk and getting enough first-class wood to start his furniture business.

Shortly after, the tree dies.

Years later, the child, now a parent, visited the place where the healthy tree had stood, where he had built a tree house during his childhood, which was always so generous to him. All that remains is decaying roots. The old man lay his head on the roots for a moment. The root is far more comfortable than a feather pillow. He remembers tearfully how the tree helped him, without asking, every time he needed help. How the tree sacrifices everything for it, and happily does it all the time. He can't sleep.

When he woke up from the dream, he realized that the tree was his parents.