The Apple Tree

[nafta]

The Apple Tree

 

 

A long time ago, there was a huge apple tree. A little

boy loved to come and play around it everyday. He

climbed to the treetop, ate the apples, took a nap

under the shadow...he loved the tree and the tree loved

to play with him. Time went by...the little boy had

grown up and he no longer played around the tree every

day.

 

One day, the boy came back to the tree and he looked

sad. "Come and play with me" the tree asked the boy. "I

am no longer a kid, I do not play around trees any

more" the boy replied.

 

"I want toys. I need money to buy them." "Sorry, but I

do not have money... but you can pick all my apples and

sell them. So, you will have money." The boy was so

excited. He grabbed all the apples on the tree and left

happily. The boy never came back after he picked the

apples. The tree was sad.

 

One day, the boy who now turned into a man returned and

the tree was excited "Come and play with me" the tree

said. "I do not have time to play. I have to work for

my family. We need a house for shelter. Can you help

me?" "Sorry, but I do not have any house. But you can

chop off my branches to build your house." So the man

cut all the branches of the tree and left happily. The

tree was glad to see him happy but the man never came

back since then. The tree was again lonely and sad.

 

One hot summer day, the man returned and the tree was

delighted. "Come and play with me!" the tree said. "I

am getting old. I want to go sailing to relax myself.

Can you give me a boat?" said the man. "Use my trunk to

build your boat. You can sail far away and be happy."

So the man cut the tree trunk to make a boat. He went

sailing and never showed up for a long time.

 

Finally, the man returned after many years. "Sorry, my

boy. But I do not have anything for you anymore. No

more apples for you ..." the tree said. "No problem, I

do not have any teeth to bite" the man replied. "No

more trunk for you to climb on" "I am too old for that

now" the man said. "I really cannot give you

anything... the only thing left is my dying roots" the

tree said with tears. "I do not need much now, just a

place to rest. I am tired after all these years" the

man replied. "Good! Old tree roots are the best place

to lean on and rest, Come, come sit down with me and

rest." The man sat down and the tree was glad and

smiled with tears...

 

This is a story of everyone.

The tree is like our parents

 

When we were young, we loved to play with our Mum and

Dad...

 

When we grow up, we leave them...only come to them when

we need something or when we are in trouble.

 

No matter what, parents will always be there and

give everything they could

just to make us happy.

 

We may think the boy is cruel to the tree, but that is

how we treat our parents.

We take them for granted we don't appreciate all they do

for us, UNTIL it's too late.

 

Let us make our parents - apple of our eyes.

 

This has really touched me and hope it will touch you too, and i wanted to share it with you

[Senora]

his has really touched me and hope it will touch you too

It did.....thanks for sharing

[LuCkY]

As-salaamu Alaikum,

 

JZK Nafta...Its a very touching poem indeed.

 

 

PEace !

[Jacaylbaro]

Thanks Nafta. . . . . I've seen it before but it is very nice indeed.

 

LuckyStar, sorry it is not a Poem . . . It is a story or u need to read it again ??

[LuCkY]

^^^Lol...wateva it maybe I read it in a form of a poem.

 

PS:Poems can be a story but thnx anywayz.NonetheLess I LOved the MoraL of the STORY- Let us make our parents - the apple of our eyes.

 

PEace !

[Passion_4_Fashion]

thank you nafta.....sheekadaas nafta eey u rooneeyd

[nafta]

^^ lol...my nick seems to be in line with the story eh

 

i came accross this story/poem when i was emptying my overcrowded junkmail folder as usual, i saw 'apple tree' and i thought who's the sick ******* sending u stuff about food when its ramadaan, but im glad u liked it, we spend too much time being selfish, so let's make this a tribute to our parents

 

salaamu caleykum