This wonderful story is considered, by some, as a metaphor for how nature keeps giving and giving and giving to us and we keep taking and taking and taking from her, ruthlessly and mercilessly.
There are also other interpretations of the story’s ‘message’, but either way, it is an eye-opener, delivered in a gentle fashion…
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. And they would play hide-and-go-seek. And when he was tired, he would sleep in her shade. And the boy loved the tree very much. And the tree was happy.
Time went by. And the boy grew older. And the tree was often alone.
Then one day…
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