# a big tree By [98780](https://paragraph.com/@98780) ยท 2022-06-08 --- She loves a little boy so much. Every day the boy would come, the boy would climb up the trunk, hold the branches and swing on the swing, and eat apples. They will play hide and seek together. Tired of playing, the boy slept under her shade. The boy loves this tree so much... I love it! The tree is so happy. Days go by, The boy has grown up. Trees are often so lonely. one day The boy came under the tree The tree said: "Come, child, come, climb up my trunk, hold my branches and swing, eat apples, play in my shade, be happy!" "I'm not a child anymore, I don't want to climb trees and play." The boy said, "I want to buy something to play, I want money. Can you give me some money?" "I'm so sorry," said the tree. "I have no money. All I have is leaves and apples. The child takes my apples and sells them in the city. Then you will be rich and you will be happy." So the boy climbed up the tree, picked her apples, and took them all away. The tree is so happy. The boy hasn't come back for a long time... The tree is so sad. One day, the boy came back, The tree trembled with joy, and she said, "Come on! Child, climb up my tree trunk, grab my branches and swing, be happy." "I'm too busy to climb trees," the boy said. "I want a house to keep warm." He said, "I want a wife and children, so I need a house, can you give me a house?" "I don't have a house," said the tree. "The forest is my house, but you can cut down my branches and build a house, and you will be happy." So the boy cut down her branches and took them away to build a house. The tree is so happy. But the boy hadn't come back for a long time, so when the boy came back, the tree was so happy that he could barely speak. "Come on, child," she said softly, "come here, come and play!" "I'm old and sad and can't play anymore," the boy said. "I want a boat that can take me away from here. Can you give me a boat?" "Cut down my trunk and make a boat!" said the tree, "so you can sail far away...you'll be happy." So the boy cut down her trunk, built a boat, and went away in a boat. The tree is so happy...but not really. After a long time, the boy came back again. "I'm sorry, boy," said the tree. "I've got nothing to give you. My apples are gone." "My teeth can't bite an apple anymore." "My branches are gone." "You can't swing on it anymore." "I'm too old to swing on it," said the boy. "My trunk is gone," said the tree, "you can't climb..." "I'm too tired to crawl," the boy said. "I'm sorry." The tree sighed, "I wish I could give you something...but I've got nothing left. All I have left is an old root. I'm sorry..." "I don't want much now," the boy said. "Just a quiet place to sit and rest. I'm so tired." "Okay," said the tree, trying to straighten up. "That's right, the old tree root is the best place to sit and rest. Come on! Child, sit down, sit down and rest." The boy sat down. The tree is so happy. Have ![](https://storage.googleapis.com/papyrus_images/71c18bc391795f40a853fd9de8016be03e00066f859ced4baba024a7ccccf2c6.jpg) --- *Originally published on [98780](https://paragraph.com/@98780/a-big-tree)*