|Tree of Life by Betsy Porter|
Once there was a TREE that gave and gave.
It gave shelter from the elements and food to the hungry.
It was beautiful…
One day, the tree died.
The animals of the forest were confused, hurt and afraid. They began to curse the tree. Some even started to lose faith in all the trees. They began to wonder WHY the forest even bothered to exist, if everything was just meant to die.
When the chatter got too loud the wise owl, spoke.
“It appears that this tree has died suddenly and some of you are very upset. Let us see if we might get to the bottom of what really happened. Does anyone remember anything odd?”
There was silence in the forest.
Then a sound came from bird. “I noticed one day, I was hungry but tree had no fruit. I asked the branches what was wrong and they said, the roots had not provided enough food or water.”
Squirrel chimed in “I remember hearing the branches crying as they snapped in the wind. I had to move my entire family out of our warm home. All because this this tree had bad roots! Let us dig out whatever is left of these horrible roots so that our other trees don’t get poisoned.”
Mole spoke next. “If I may say, I lived by those roots for generations. They were a hardworking bunch. They traveled for miles for water because branches had gotten so big they wouldn’t allow the soil any rain. I remember hearing the roots complain about how the branches bore fruit, even when there was no rain. The roots stayed alive long after the branches. They kept trying but couldn’t survive alone. It was clearly the branches fault!”
Chaos broke out amongst the tree dwellers, half siding with the roots and the other with the branches.
Finally, owl spoke. “This beautiful tree has given life. The branches behaved exactly as they were made to and so did the roots. No one was at fault. It seems that both branches and roots have become part of the soil now and are still providing nutrients for the next generation of trees. Look around.”
The animals looked and noticed that the ground was covered in small saplings and they celebrated the possibility of new life.