Story of an Apple Tree

Once, there lived a large apple tree and a boy who likes to play around under the apple tree every day. He was happy to climb up to the tops of trees, eating fruit, napping in the shade of the shade leaves. The boy was very fond of the apple tree. Similarly, the tree loves the boy. Time went by. The boy has now grown up and no longer played around with the apple tree every day. One day he went to the apple tree. Her face was sad. “Come over here and play with me,” pleaded the apple tree. “I’m not a kid playing with the tree again,” replied the boy. “I want toys, but I had no money to buy it.” The tree replied, “Sorry, but I did not have money … but you should take all of my apple fruit and sell it. You can get the money to buy toys kegemaranmu.” The boy was very happy. He grabbed all the apples on the tree and left happily. However, after the boy never came back. The tree was sad again. One day the boy returned again. The tree was so excited. “Come play with me anymore,” the tree said. “I have no time,” replied the boy. “I have to work for my family. We need a house for shelter. Will you help me?” “Sorry, but I did not have a house. But you can cut all the branches rantingku to build your house,” the tree said. Then the boy cut all the branches and twigs of the apple tree and left happily. The tree was also happy to see the boy happy, but the boy never came back again. The tree was again lonely and sad. One summer, the boy returned again. The tree felt very welcomed him joyfully. “Come and play with me,” the tree said. “I’m sad,” said the boy. “I am old and want to live in peace. I want to go on vacation and sailing. Will you give me a boat for a cruise?” “Sorry, but I do not have a boat, but you can cut the trunk of my body and use it to make a boat that you want. Go sailing and have fun.” Later, the boy cut the tree trunk and make the dream ship. He went sailing and never again came to the apple tree. Finally, the boy returned again after all these years later. “I’m sorry my son,” said the apple tree. “I do not have more apples for you.” “Never mind. I’ve never had any teeth to bite apelmu fruit,” the boy said. “I do not have trunks and branches that you can climb,” the tree said. “Now, I’m too old for that,” replied the boy. “I really do not have anything else can I give to you. What was left was that my roots are old and dying,” the tree said with tears. “I do not need anything else right now,” said the boy. “I just need a place to rest. I was very tired after all these years.” “Oooh, very good. Do you know, the roots of old trees is the best place to lie down and rest. Come, let us lay in the arms of my roots and rest in peace.” The boy was lying in the arms of the tree roots. The tree was glad and smiled with tears in his eyes. The tree is our parent. When we are young, we loved to play around with the father and mother. When we grow up, we left them, and only come when we need something or in trouble. No matter what, our parents will always be there to give what they can to make you happy. You might think that the boy had been acting very rough on it, but that’s how we treat our parents. And, above all: to love our parents. Tell your parents we are now, how much we loved him, and grateful for all that life has been and will be handed to us. Read more: http://gomestic.com/gardening/story-of-an-apple-tree/#ixzz2F4T0I6wa Terima Kasih sobat NakedStore

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