The Giving Tree
Once there was a tree... and she loved a little boy. Every day, the boy would run to the tree. He would gather her leaves—crunch, crunch, crunch—and make them into a crown to play King of the Forest. He would climb up her trunk and swing from her branches. "Higher!" he would shout. And when he was hungry, he ate her sweet, red apples.
When he was tired, he would sleep in her cool, quiet shade. The boy loved the tree... very much. And the tree was happy.
But time went by, and the boy grew older. He didn't come to play hide-and-seek anymore. One day he came back and said, "I want to buy things. I need money." The tree whispered, "I have no money, but I have my apples. Take them and sell them." The boy climbed up, grabbed the apples, and ran away. And the tree was happy.
A long time passed, and the boy came back as a man. "I need a house," he said. The tree didn't hesitate. "Cut off my branches and build your home." The boy swung his axe and took her branches away. And the tree was happy.
Finally, the boy came back again. He wanted a boat to sail away. "Cut down my trunk," the tree said softly. The boy did, and he sailed away. Now, the tree was just a stump. She had given her leaves, her apples, her branches, and her trunk. She had nothing left.
But many years later, the boy returned. He was an old man now, and very tired. "I'm sorry," whispered the tree, "I have nothing left to give you." The man smiled weakly. "I don't need much. Just a quiet place to sit and rest." So, he sat down on the old stump. And the tree was truly happy.




