One of the most beautiful love stories is writen by Shel Silverstein. It’s not about a romance, it’s about the love between a boy and a tree. Actually it’s about the love of an apple-tree for a boy.We can learn from this story a lot of things, that’s why you must read it. Here it is:
Once upon a time it was a tree… and the tree loved a little boy. Every day the boy would come and gather its leaves and make them into crowns playing king of the forest. He would climb up the tree’s trunk and swing from its branches and eat apples.
And the tree and the boy would play hide-and-go-seek. When the boy was tired, he would sleep at the apple-tree shade. The boy loved very much the tree and that made the tree very happy. But time passed away and the boy grew older. This time the tree was often alone. One day, when the grown up boy went to the tree, the last one said: “Come boy and climb up my trunk and swing from my branches, eat apples, play in my shade and be happy like you used to be.”
But the boy answered: “I’m too big to climb and play. I want to buy things and have fun. I want some money. Can you give me some money?”
“I’m sorry”, said the tree, “but I have no money, I have only leaves and apples. Take my aples and sell them in the town. Then you will have money and you’ll be happy.”
The boy climbed up the tree, gatered the apples and carried them away. And the tree was happy it could help. But the boy stayed away too much time and now the tree was sad.
One day, the boy came back and the tree shook of joy and said: “Come, boy, climb up my trunk and swing from my branches and be happy.”
The boy’s answer was a little cold: “I’m too busy to climb trees. I want a house to keep me warm. I want a wife with children and so I need a house. Can you give me a house?”
“I have nou 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 the boy cut off the tree’s branches and carried them away to build his house. And the tree was happy.
But the boy didn’t show a long time. And when he was back, the tree could hardly speak of happiness. “Come boy, the tree whispered, come and play”.
“I’m too ol and sad to play, said the man. I want a boat that can take me far away from here. Can you give me a boat?”
“Cut down my trunk and make a boat, said the tree. Then you can sail away and be happy.” The man cut down the trunk of the tree, made a boat and sailed away. The tree wasn’t so happy now. After a long time, the man came back again.
This time the giving tree said: “I’m sorry, but I have nothing left to give you. My apples are gone.”
The old man answered: Anyway, my teeth are to weak for apples.”
“My branches are gone, you can not swing on them anymore”, said the tree.
“I am too old to swing on branches,” said the old man.
“My trunk is gone,” said the tree. “You can not climb on it.”
“I am too tired to climb,” replied the man.
“I’m sorry”, sighed the tree. I wish I could give you something, but I have nothing left. I’m just an old stump.”
“I don’t need very much now”, said the old man, just a quiet place to sit and rest. I’m very tired.” Well”, said the tree, straightening herself up as much as it could, “Well, an old stump is good fo sitting and resting. Come, boy and sit down. Sit down and rest.” And the old man did. And the tree was happy again.
