A playground, a friend, and a shelter for the little boy, the tree also provides its leaves and apples
The boy grows up, becomes a teen, and then becomes a man
He picks all the apples from the tree to earn money
And cuts all the branches to build a house
And cuts down the trunk to make a boat
And the boy finally returns to the tree, an aged man in want of rest.
Yet with nothing left to give but its stump, the tree offers itself as a seat to rest on.
A giving tree is always happy.
A giving tree always hopes that the boy is happy.
A giving tree gives everything but doesn’t have the mind of having done so.
If I look around, I am being given everything.
The land I live on,
The warm sunlight,
Air, water,
The clothes I am wearing at this very moment,
The perfect conditions that allow me to exist on the Earth
And the endless list goes on…
The world gives everything
Without words
All the time
A beautiful world
That coexists
But I always demanded
More more more more more
From the world
I need more,
I have to have more…
But now, I also want to become the mind of the world and live like a giving tree.
