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Saturday, 12 December 2009
♥; The giving tree
A story i like very much. By Shel Silverstein.

Once there was a tree.

and she loved a little boy.

And every day the boy would come

and he would gather her leaves

and make them into crowns and play king of the forest.

He would climb up her trunk

and swing from her branches

and eat apples.

They would play hide-and go-seek.

And when he was tired, he would sleep in her shade.

The boy loved the tree very much,

And the tree was happy.

But time went by.

And the boy grew older.

And the tree was often alone.

Then one day the boy came to the tree and the tree said,

"Come, Boy, come and climb up my trunk and swing from my branches

and eat apples and play in my shade and be happy."

"I am too big to climb and play."

"I want to buy things and have fun. I want some money.

Can you give me some money?" said the boy.

"I am sorry. But I have no money." said the tree.

"I have only leaves and apples. Boy, take my apples, and sell them in the city. Then you will have money and will be happy."

So the boy climbed up the tree and gathered her apples and carried them away.

And the tree was happy.

But the boy stayed away for a long time, and the tree was sad.

And then one day the boy came back.

and the tree shook with joy and she said,

"Come, Boy, climb up my trunk and swing from my branches and be happy."

"I am too busy to climb trees," said the boy.

"I want a house to keep me warm, and I want a wife and children,

so I need a house. Can you give me a house?"

"I have no house," said the tree.

"The forest is my house, but you may cut off my branches and build a house."

"Then you will be happy."

And so the boy cut off her branches and carries them away to build his house.

And the tree was happy.

But the boy stayed away for a long time.

And when he came back, the tree was so happy she could hardly speak.

"Come, Boy," She whispered "Come and play"

"I am too old and sad to play," said the boy.

"I want a boat that will take me far away from here. Can you give ma a boat?"

"Cut down my trunk and make a boat." said the tree.

"Then you can sail away... and be happy."

And so the boy cut down her trunk and made a boat and sailed away.

And the tree was happy... but not really.

And after a long time the boy came back again.

"I am sorry, but I have nothing left to give you … My apples are gone."

"My teeth are too weak for apples," said the boy.

"My branches are gone, you cannot swing on them -"

"I am too old to swing on branches," said the boy.

"My trunk is gone, you cannot climb -"

"I am too tired to climb," said the boy.

"I am sorry," sighed the tree.

"I wish that I could give you something...

but I have nothing left. I am just an old stump. I am sorry..."

"I don't need very much now, just a quiet place to sit and rest. I am very tired." said the boy,

"Well," said the tree, straightening herself up as much as she could,

"Well, an old stump is good for sitting and resting. Come, Boy, sit down and rest."

And the boy did.

And the tree was happy.

I love this story. It's seemingly simple, yet touchingly portrays the unconditional love we have for the ones we care and (sadly) human's growing tendencies to want better and better things in life. We quest for bigger and better things and take for granted the offerings of our loved ones.
And most if not all of the time, they're the ones who stand by us, no matter how we treat them.

On another note, having just read Walt Whitman's "Song of the Open Road", i feel like confinement to a solitary place is just.... prison. It IS an open road out there. I agree yet disagree with it, maybe because SOMEONE adheres with Whitman's perspective so well and i just don't want him to leave ;"(

A good compromise, Live it, but at the end of the day, return to our loved ones, just like the Tree and the Little boy?

I don't think yal know what i'm blabbering about here, le sigh. Anyways, enjoy the story:)

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