Love Of A Tree (An Inspirational Story)

There was once an beautiful and majestic tree, with branches spreading out towards the sky. When it was in a flowering stage, butterflies of all shapes, colors and sizes danced around it. When it grew blossoms and bore fruit, birds from far lands came and sang in it. The branches, like out-stretched hands, blessed all who came and sat in their shade. 

A small boy used to come and play under it, and the big tree developed an love for the small boy. For love nobody is big or small. Love embraces whomsoever comes near.

 

So the tree developed an love for this little boy who used to come to play near it. Its branches were high, but it bent and bowed them down so that he might pluck its flowers and pick its fruit. Love is ever ready to respect and honor but is never ready to honor heartfully. 

The playful child came, and the tree bowed its branches. The tree was very pleased when the child plucked some flowers; its entire being was filled with the joy its entire being was filled with the joy of love. Love is always joyful, ego is happy only when it takes and when things happens only in its way.

The boy grew, sometimes he slept on the tree’s lap, sometimes he ate its fruit and sometimes he wore a crown of the tree’s flowers and acted like a jungle king. One becomes like a king when the flowers of love are there, but one becomes poor and miserable when the thorns of the ego are present.

 

To see the boy wearing a crown of flowers and dancing about filled the tree with joy. It nodded in love; it sang in the breeze. The boy grew even more. He began to climb the tree to swing on its branches. The tree felt very happy when the boy rested on its branches. Love is joyful when it gives support to someone; the ego is only happy when it gives discomfort.

 

 With the passage of time and burden of other duties came to the boy. He had exams to pass; he had friends to chat with and to wander about with, so he did not come often. But the tree waited anxiously for him to come. It called from its heart, “come, come. I am waiting for you.” Love has patience all time. The tree felt sad when the boy did not come.

  

 

As he grew, the boy came less and less to the tree. The man who becomes big, whose burdens grow, finds less and less time for love. The boy was now engrossed in worldly affairs. One day, while he was passing by, the tree said to him, “i wait for you but you do not come. I wait for you daily.”

The boy said, “what do you have? Why should i come to you? Have you any money? i am looking for money”. The ego is always motivated, only if there is some reason to be served will the ego come. But love is motiveless. Love is its own reward.

The startled tree said, “you will come only if i give something?”. The ego amasses, but love is unconditional. “We don’t have that sickness, and we are joyful”, the tree said. “Flowers bloom on us, many fruits grow on us. We give soothing shade. We dance in the breeze, and sing songs. The birds hop on our branches and chirp even though we don’t have any money. We do not have any need for money.”

The boy said, “Then why should i come to you? i will go where there is money. I need money.” The ego asks for money because it needs power.

The tree thought for a while and said, “Don’t go anywhere else, my dear. Pick my fruit and sell it. You will get money that way.” The boy brightened immediately. He climbed up and picked all the tree’s fruit; even the unripe ones were shaken down. The tree felt happy, even though some twigs and branches were broken, even though some of its leaves had fallen to the ground.

Love is happy, no matter but ego is not, it wants more. The tree didn’t notice that the boy hadn’t even once looked back to thank him. It had its thanks when the boy accepted the offer to pick and sell its fruit.  

The boy did not come for a longtime. Now he had money and he was busy making more money from that money. He had forgotten all about the tree. Years passed. It yearned for the boys return. After many years, now an adult, the boy came to the tree.

 

The tree said, “come, my boy, come embrace me.” The man said, “stop that sentimentality. That was a childhood thing. I am not child any more.” The ego sees love as madness, as a childish fantasy. But the tree invited him. “Come, swing on my branches, come dance. Come play with me.”

The man said, “stop all this useless talk i need to build a house. Can you give me a house?’’ The tree exclaimed; “A house, i am without a house”. Do you notice his condition after his confinement among four walls? The bigger his building the smaller the man becomes. “We do not stay in houses, but you can cut and take away my branches. And then you may be able to build a house”.

 Without wasting anytime, the man brought an axe and severed all the branches of the tree. Now the tree was just a bare trunk. The man didn’t even bother to thank the tree. He built his house. And days flew into years. 

  

The trunk waited and waited. It wanted to call for him, but it had neither branches nor leaves to give it strength. And still heart of the tree resounded with one message only. “Come, come, my dear, come”. But nothing happened. Time passed and the man had now become old. Once he was passing by and he came and stood by the tree.

 

 Tree asked, “what else can i do for you? You have come after a very, very long time.” The old man said, “what else can you do for me? i want to go to distant lands to earn more money. I need a boat, to travel”. 

 

Cheerfully, the tree said, “but that’s no problem, my love. Cut my trunk, and make a boat from it. I would be so very happy if i could help you go to faraway lands to earn money. But please remember , i will always be awaiting your return”.

The man brought a saw, cut down the trunk, made a boat and sailed away. Now the tree is small stump. And it waits for its loved one to return. It waits and it waits and it waits. The man will never return; the ego only goes where there is something to gain and now the tree has absolutely nothing to offer. The ego is an eternal beggar. Love is sharing. Love is a king, an emperor! Is there any greater king than love?.

 

Even though the man was gone, the small stump whispered “i will wait for you forever, even after i reborn as a new seed. Still “i wait for you, and I love you unconditionally.”

 

 So what does this story tells about you and your life, metaphorically this is our life and story.

Message Of The Story: The Spirit, True Heart, Creator, Soul, God, one who created the being called human for the experience of life on earth. In heart of spirit it loved the human so much unconditionally. But human disconnected and separated and developed ego and never returned to spirit no matter what the help is given.  Love of spirit or love of god will give everything to human no matter what but what it wants in the end is the reunion with the spirit and return to the spirit and soul. Question is, "is human is ready for the reunion with their soul, the god inside themselves".  

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