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The Giving Tree

“once

there was

a tree …

and she loved

a little boy

and every day

the boy

would come

and he would

gather her leaves

and make them

into crowns

and play king

of the forest

he would climb

up her trunk

and swing

from her branches

and eat

her apples

and they would

play

hide-and-go-seek

and when

he was tired

he would sleep

in her shade

and the boy

loved the tree …

very much

and the tree

was happy

but time went by

and the boy

grew older

and the tree

was often alone …

… then one day

the boy came

to the tree

and the tree said,

‘come, boy,

come and climb

up my trunk

and swing

from my branches

and eat apples

and play in my shade

and be happy’

‘I am too big

to climb and play,’

said the boy,

‘I want to buy things

and have fun

I want some

money

can you give me

some money’

‘I’m sorry,’

said the tree,

‘but I have no

money

I have only

leaves and apples,

take my apples, boy,

and sell them

in the city

then you will have

money

and you will be

happy’

and so

the boy climbed

up the tree

and gathered her apples

and carried them

away

and the tree was

happy

but the boy stayed

away

for a long time …

and the tree was

sad

and then one

day

the boy came

back

and the tree shook

with joy

and she said,

‘come, boy,

climb up my trunk

and swing

from my branches

and be happy’

‘I am too busy

to climb trees,’

said the boy,

‘I want a house

to keep me warm,’

he said,

‘I want a wife

and I want children,

and so I need

a house

can you give me

a house?’

‘I have no house,’

said the tree,

‘the forest

is my house,

but you can cut

off my branches

and build

a house

then you will be

happy’

and so

the boy cut

off her branches

and carried them

away

to build his

house

and the tree was

happy

but the boy stayed

away

for a long time

and when

he came back

the tree was

so happy

she could

hardly speak

‘come, boy,’

she whispered,

‘come and play’

‘I am too old

and sad

to play,’

said the boy,

‘I want a boat

that will take me

far away

from here

can you give me

a boat’

‘cut down my trunk

and make a boat,’

said the tree,

‘then you can

sail away …

and be

happy’

and so

the boy cut down

her trunk

and made a boat

and sailed

away

and the tree was

happy

but not really

and after a long

time

the boy came

back again

‘I am sorry, boy,’

said the tree,

‘but I have nothing

left

to give you –

my apples are

gone’

‘my teeth are too weak

for apples,’ said the boy

‘my branches

are gone,’ said the tree –

‘you cannot swing

on them’

‘I am too old

to swing on branches,’

said the boy

‘my trunk

is gone,’

said the tree,

‘you cannot climb –’

‘I am too tired

to climb,’

said the boy

‘I am sorry,’

sighed the tree,

‘I wish

that I could give you

something …

but I have nothing

left

I am just

an old stump

I am sorry …’

‘I don’t need

very much now,’

said the boy,

‘just a quiet place

to sit and rest

I am very

tired’

‘well,’

said the tree,

straightening herself up

as much as she could,

‘well, an old stump

is good

for sitting and resting

come, boy, sit down …

sit down and rest

and the boy

did …

and the tree was …

happy”

Published inPoetry