There don’t have much money.” “I’m sorry, but

There was a
happy green apple tree….

and she
loved a little funny boy.

The boy
would come and play in the tree.

Sometimes
he would even pick her leaves,
but they both would smile.   

He would
swing on her branches

and she
would give him apples.

They would
play hide-and-seek.
He would hide in the tree, and she would look for him as long as he would like.

And when he
was tired, he would sleep in her shade
and she would cover him with her soft lives.

The boy
would wake up and hug her feeling happy.
And the tree would smile happily.

Some time
went by and the boy grew older.
Now he was a big boy.
But then he wouldn’t come that often.

Then one
day the big boy came to the tree and the tree said,
“How are you, Boy? Come, climb up here. Swing on my branches, eat apples
and play in my shade.”
“I am too big to climb and play,” said the boy sadly.
“There are so many things in the world, a lot of things I want to buy, but
I don’t have much money.”
“I’m sorry, but I don’t have money. If you really need all these things in
the world, take my apples, Boy. But selling my apples will not bring you that
much money. Think hard about your choices and consequences. You reap what you
saw,” – said the apple tree.
I hope,” whispered the apple tree and shook the dew off her lives.

And so the big
boy took all her apples and carried them away.
And the tree was very worried about the big boy.
And was getting even more worried as he didn’t show up for a long time.

But one day
the big boy came back.
“How can I help you, Boy? You don’t seem to be very happy.”
 
“I want to marry and have children. I need a house. Can you help me with a
house?”
“I have no house, Boy,” said the tree,
“But you can stay in my shade and I’ll cover you with my soft leaves and
protect you. You’ll rest, and then you’ll figure out what to do to make your
dreams come true.”

“I don’t
have time to stay, I have to go,” – said the big boy. This time he watered the
tree from his water bottle and left.
And the tree then was somehow less worried about the big boy.

But the big
boy stayed away for a longer time than before.
And when he came back, he was already a young man.
“Tell me, how are you doing, Boy?” – she asked softly.
“I am working hard, but it’s tough,” – said the young man,
“Sometimes I want to quit, run, go far away .”
“You can’t get away
from yourself by moving from one place to another, Boy. I see you are changing and it’s good. You will
cope, I know. Because you reap what you saw,” said the tree.
“Thank you,” – said the big boy.
Then he watered and hugged the and left.

The tree
was happy. And oddly almost not worried about the young man anymore.

Time passed
by and the young man came back again he was not a young man, but just a man.
“Haven’t seen you for a long time, boy,” – said the tree.
“Sorry, I was doing so many things recently… I am sorry.” said the Boy.”

“The winter was cold, but I saved some apples for you, ” – said the tree.
“Thank you,” smiled the man and hugged her tight.
“And my branches are not that firm anymore to swing on them,” said
the tree.
“I am a bit too heavy to swing on your branches,” smiled the man.

“But look there – there is my little daughter,” – said the man. She wants to
play with you. She’s been dreaming for a long time to play with you.”
 
“Climb up here little one, let’s play. I am not very old to hold a little girl
like you,” – said the tree happily.
“Thank you, but let me first water you, please,” said the girl
happily.
 
“And here is my wife, she brought some apple seedlings to plant by you, if you
don’t mind?” – said the man.
“Thank you for the love and apples you gave to my husband,” – said the man’s
wife.
“And now we have a big apple orchard back home. A very beautiful orchard. Like
you,” – said the little girl.

“You reap what you saw, don’t you, boy?” – smiled the tree.
“Thank you, boy” – whispered the apple tree and shook the dew off her lives.

“Thank you,” – said the boy smiling. A drop of dew, which probably fell of the
tree, was rolling down his cheek.

“Come, everyone here, sit in my shade”.

PS
Now it’s up to you, my friend, how this story will go on.
Or you can write your own story, a better one.
Or just a different one.
You can.

The beginning.