the young tree

the rain droplet were falling that day and small pools of water started forming deep in the forest and this small young tree could see her reflection for the first time to look with self-pride and say : how beautiful am I . My wooden body, my bright green leaves that cover it like a beautiful dress and my fruits like precious jewelry.

“Thank the water and the soil, kid .they gave you that beauty.” A voice interpreted the young tree from above; it was an old huge tree.

The young tree went silent for few moments while looking to the old tree then she said with ego: how can they give me any beauty if they don’t even have it. The soil is not beautiful and I can’t determine how the water looks like. You must be wrong and I will prove it to you. Nothing is going to pass from my roots from now on, I won’t take water or anything from the soil anymore and you will see I won’t lose my beauty.”

“Little kid, you are mistaken, listen to me”

But the young tree refused to listen and said with anger,” I won’t listen to you, You know nothing.”

Little kid….” "

“Enough, I don’t want to listen to you.” the young tree yelled.

At this moment the older tree felt she should let her to have her own try and learn.

So for days the younger tree did as she said and prevented her roots from taking water or any nutrition until she became real weak and pale, her fruits and leaves started falling.

The older one felt sorry for her and even though the younger tree was refusing to listen to her the older one decided to talk with her again for many times but this stubborn young tree refused to listen.

Until many days passed and she lost all of her fruits, leaves and her wooden body started to dry

The younger tree became very weak. She couldn’t bear all of that and collapsed crying at night when it was dark. The older tree woke up at her weak quite voice of crying to look down and knew it was the young tree .the older ached with sympathy and said: little kid, don’t cry just let the water and the soil ingredients pass through your roots.”

“But I am dying, all my leaves and fruits have fallen and my wooden body is about to be a dead wooden peace” the young tree said quietly and weakly with a voice full of sadness.

“Just listen to me, the water and the soil will heal you.”

This time the young tree didn’t answer, she just permit the water and the soil ingredients to run through her roots and give her a feeling of coolness and refreshing then she asked quietly the older tree, “will they heal me ?”

“They will “the older tree said nicely

’I am real sorry. I should have listened to you.”

“We live to learn young kid and you still very young, the most important that you learnt to not judge others by their look but by how kind and good they are and never to let your ego and stubbornness control of you.”

The young listened this time carefully and days passed and it could get back her wooden body’s vitality and her leaves grew back to cover up her body and she could get back her beauty once again.

The end