There was a time in outside a village, a huge tree and beautiful living gift to all who approached the coolness of its shade, the scent of the flowers and the incredible singing of birds nesting in its branches.
The tree was loved by everyone, but especially by children climbing over the trunk and the branches swayed with their complicity complacent. While the tree loved people, was a boy who was his favorite. Always appeared at dusk, when the others were.
"Hi, buddy," said the tree and with great effort down the branches to the ground to help the child to climb and, thus, cutting some of their green shoots to get a crown of leaves although it hurt a little tear. The boy swung heartily and told the tree things that went home.
Almost overnight, the child turned teenager and stopped visiting the tree.
Time passed ... and suddenly, one afternoon, the tree saw him walking in the distance and called enthusiastically
-Friend ... friend ... Come, come ... How long have not you come and talk ... Climb.
"I have no time for bullshit," said the boy.
"But ... we enjoyed so much together when you were young ...
-I never knew that it needed money to live, now looking for money. Got money to me?.
The tree was sad a little, but recovered quickly.
"I have no money, but I have my arms full of fruit. You could go and take some, sell and get the money you need ...
"Good idea," said the boy climbed the tree branch held out to climb as when I was a kid.
and tore all the fruit of the tree, including those who were not yet mature.
filled with them a burlap bag and went to the market. The tree was surprised that his friend did not say no thanks, but concluded that would urge to get there before closing time buyers.
Ten years passed until the tree happen again saw his friend. It was already an adult.
- How great you are! "He said excitedly, come, go up as when you were a kid, tell me about you.
"You understand nothing, as I'm climbing ... What I need is a house. Could you give me a chance?
The tree thought for a few minutes.
"No, but my arms are strong and elastic. You could make a very tough home with them.
Young ran with the illuminated face. An hour later, with a saw cut every one of its branches, both the dry and the green. The tree could feel the pain but never complained. I did not want his friend to feel guilty.
The tree was silent until he finished pruning and then saw the boy away waiting vain for a glance or a gesture of gratitude that never happened.
With bare trunk, the tree was dry. He was too old to grow new branches and leaves that feed him. Maybe so, because it was already old when I saw it coming years, just said "Hi
. What need this time?
"I want to go. But what can you do?. You do not have branches and fruits that serve to sell.
cares -son, "said the tree," you cut my trunk ... maybe get him a canoe to travel the world at your leisure.
"Good idea," said the man.
Hours later he returned with a hatchet and cut down the tree. He made a canoe and left.
the old tree was only a small stump to ground level. They say the tree is still awaiting the return of his friend to tell of their journey.
never realized that and not return.
The child is grown, but sadly it has become one of those men who never return to where there is nothing more to take.
The tree waiting, empty, though he knows he has nothing more to give.
The tree was loved by everyone, but especially by children climbing over the trunk and the branches swayed with their complicity complacent. While the tree loved people, was a boy who was his favorite. Always appeared at dusk, when the others were.
"Hi, buddy," said the tree and with great effort down the branches to the ground to help the child to climb and, thus, cutting some of their green shoots to get a crown of leaves although it hurt a little tear. The boy swung heartily and told the tree things that went home.
Almost overnight, the child turned teenager and stopped visiting the tree.
Time passed ... and suddenly, one afternoon, the tree saw him walking in the distance and called enthusiastically
-Friend ... friend ... Come, come ... How long have not you come and talk ... Climb.
"I have no time for bullshit," said the boy.
"But ... we enjoyed so much together when you were young ...
-I never knew that it needed money to live, now looking for money. Got money to me?.
The tree was sad a little, but recovered quickly.
"I have no money, but I have my arms full of fruit. You could go and take some, sell and get the money you need ...
"Good idea," said the boy climbed the tree branch held out to climb as when I was a kid.
and tore all the fruit of the tree, including those who were not yet mature.
filled with them a burlap bag and went to the market. The tree was surprised that his friend did not say no thanks, but concluded that would urge to get there before closing time buyers.
Ten years passed until the tree happen again saw his friend. It was already an adult.
- How great you are! "He said excitedly, come, go up as when you were a kid, tell me about you.
"You understand nothing, as I'm climbing ... What I need is a house. Could you give me a chance?
The tree thought for a few minutes.
"No, but my arms are strong and elastic. You could make a very tough home with them.
Young ran with the illuminated face. An hour later, with a saw cut every one of its branches, both the dry and the green. The tree could feel the pain but never complained. I did not want his friend to feel guilty.
The tree was silent until he finished pruning and then saw the boy away waiting vain for a glance or a gesture of gratitude that never happened.
With bare trunk, the tree was dry. He was too old to grow new branches and leaves that feed him. Maybe so, because it was already old when I saw it coming years, just said "Hi
. What need this time?
"I want to go. But what can you do?. You do not have branches and fruits that serve to sell.
cares -son, "said the tree," you cut my trunk ... maybe get him a canoe to travel the world at your leisure.
"Good idea," said the man.
Hours later he returned with a hatchet and cut down the tree. He made a canoe and left.
the old tree was only a small stump to ground level. They say the tree is still awaiting the return of his friend to tell of their journey.
never realized that and not return.
The child is grown, but sadly it has become one of those men who never return to where there is nothing more to take.
The tree waiting, empty, though he knows he has nothing more to give.
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