Apple tree:story

Apple tree

In a very long time and in a vast forest there was a big apple tree and there was a little boy who always liked to play around it. Every day this boy climbs the tree, eats its apples, and then takes a short nap in its shade. The boy liked this tree very much, and the tree also liked to play with it. With the passage of days and years the boy grew up and no longer played around the tree. One day the little boy came back to the tree sad. The tree looked at him and said to him, Come on, come play with me again, but the boy answered her saying, I am no longer that little kid who plays About you, I now want to buy some games, but I do not have enough money for that. The tree said to him: Sorry, I do not have any money, but you can pick from the fruits, sell them and earn some money. The boy was happy, and he actually picked all the apples from the tree and went and never came back from then on.

The tree

remained very sad, but on another day the boy, who is now a mature man, returned and the tree said to him enthusiastically again, Come on, play with me. The man looked at her in amazement and replied to her, saying that he is now a man and he does not have time to play as he needs to work hard to be able Building a home for his family. The tree said to him, excuse me, I do not have any houses, but you can cut off my branches and build a house for your family in it, and indeed the man went very happy and did as the tree told him, and the tree was very happy to see him happy again, and from that day the man went and did not come back again .

The tree came back alone again, no one visits it, until the boy came again and told him, Come to me and play with me again. He replied, saying that he is now old and wants to rest and relax, but he needs a small boat. She told him you could use my trunks until the boat was built and he really did that and it went and didn't come back. After several years, he returned as usual, and as soon as he saw the tree, she said to him, "Sorry, I don't have anything to give you. No more apples," the boy said, "Do not worry. I no longer have teeth. She said to him and no more stems until you climb on them." The boy said I am very old now The tree said while she was crying, only my roots were dying.

The boy said to her smiling, I do not need anything but rest and safety. The old tree said to him. The old roots of the trees are the best place to rest and calm down.

The moral of the story: You are the little boy and the tree is your parents