A long time ago, there was a huge apple tree. A little boy loved to
come and play around it everyday. He climbed to the treetop, ate the
apples, and took a nap under the shadow.
He loved the tree and
the tree loved to play with him. Time went by, the little boy had grown
up and he no longer played around the tree every day.
One day, the boy came back to the tree and he looked sad.
“Come and play with me”, the tree asked the boy.
“I am no longer a kid, I do not play around trees any more” the boy replied.
“I want toys. I need money to buy them.”
“Sorry, but I do not have money, but you can pick all my apples and sell them. So, you will have money.”
The boy was so excited. He grabbed all the apples on the tree and left
happily. The boy never came back after he picked the apples. The tree
One day, the boy who now turned into a man returned and the tree was excited.
“Come and play with me” the tree said.
“I do not have time to play. I have to work for my family. We need a house for shelter. Can you help me?”
“Sorry, but I do not have any house. But you can chop off my branches
to build your house.” So the man cut all the branches of the tree and
left happily. The tree was glad to see him happy but the man never came
back since then. The tree was again lonely and sad.
One hot summer day, the man returned and the tree was delighted.
“Come and play with me!” the tree said.
“I am getting old. I want to go sailing to relax myself. Can you give me a boat?” said the man.
“Use my trunk to build your boat. You can sail far away and be happy.”
So the man cut the tree trunk to make a boat. He went sailing and never showed up for a long time.
Finally, the man returned after many years. “Sorry, my boy. But I do
not have anything for you anymore. No more apples for you”, the tree
said. “No problem, I do not have any teeth to bite” the man replied.
“No more trunk for you to climb on.” “I am too old for that now” the
man said. “I really cannot give you anything, the only thing left is my
dying roots,” the tree said with tears.
“I do not need much now, just a place to rest. I am tired after all these years,” the man replied.
“Good! Old tree roots are the best place to lean on and rest, come sit
down with me and rest.” The man sat down and the tree was glad and
smiled with tears.
This is a story of everyone. The tree is like
our parents. When we were young, we loved to play with our Mum and Dad.
When we grow up, we leave them; only come to them when we need something
or when we are in trouble. No matter what, parents will always be there
and give everything they could just to make you happy.
think the boy is cruel to the tree, but that is how all of us treat our
parents. We take them for granted; we don’t appreciate all they do for
us, until it’s too late.
Moral ~ Treat your parents with
loving care…. For you will know their value, when you see their empty
chair…We never know the love of our parents for us; till we have become