I am no writer nor anybody claiming high knowledge and eloquence in writing in the English language, but I do believe that through this I would be better in expressing my own thoughts rather than simply speaking it out. And note, I'm not assuring that this entry be freed from grammatical errors because there is no revisions nor proofreads made upon this entry. And also, this story would be made metaphorical rather than straight-forward telling of the story so to keep the characters involved undisclosed.
The tree has long rooted deep in to the soil of bondage, years of rain, thunders, cyclone, and other calamities have passed through it but still it is living, but it is filled with scars as it reminisce it's past. The tree bears fruit before, a couple of hundred year ago, it was blossoming with the most fragrant of all the flowers around the grass filled area while it's fruit is so sweet that people who have tasted it never forgets the sweetness of the hazelnut that it bears, thus giving it the popularity and appreciating cost of it's fruit.
The tree shall never forget how he was molested by the selfishness of a farmer. The farmer was always able to soil and to water his hazelnut tree, and he never forgets just how important the tree was to him. The tree was deeply attached to the farmer, whose songs and lullabies in the morning gardening enchanted to it to dance with the sound. The tree grows bigger and bigger, the tree is indeed very strong, but is not yet able to satisfy the greed of the farmer. The farmer is awaiting for the time that the tree be so strong and be capable of producing more by diving the tree into smaller parts and to be grown again bigger trees. Here you might question why don't the farmer just plant another set of seedlings rather than wait and divide, but you must remember how special and luscious the fruit this tree bears, the incomparable sweetness and fragrance, the incomparable wealth it deals to the farmer.
The farmer's greed can no longer be contained. He went off his house and decided to chop off a part of it's trunk, not just a trunk but a lot of it's trunk. Tree was indeed crying deep in his roots of how he trusted his owner to till him and to care for him for more centuries to come and to treat him with more love and affection, he had believed the farmer as his friend, he have believed the farmer as the one who truly care, he had been bare to the farmer, but all his efforts went to no avail. The farmer's greedy thought was fulfilled, the trunks of the tree were cut, the tree is bleeding in pain of the excision of his part.
The tree realized his faith, he is to be just used by the farmer as a tool to wealth, a tool to fulfill his selfishness, a tool to realize his goal. The tree had cried for decades, his main trunk was no longer bearing fruit, it was no longer blossoming fragrant flowers, it no longer produces leaves that covers the kids during extreme hot weathers, it is no longer productive, it no longer knows his importance of his life. He now simply cries and cries and slowly it drained all the waters from its body, it was slowly degrading, it is slowly drying up, it now only cries and nothing more.
The tree then slowly through his self realization that there is no such thing as trust, nobody can be trusted, even the sweetest of the farmers who would water you everyday, even the birds who would sing to you early in the morning, not even the kids that you have helped just for them not be burned by the scorching sun. The tree now knows that he needs to live for himself, he no longer needs anybody, he is now a tree independent from the bondage of the soil, the soil is no longer filled with the attachment to his farmer, he now ask nothing but the guidance of the Lord.
The tree, upon it's realization of the impermanence and the falsity of relationship, was now approached by the Prophet. The Prophet is capable of seeing the true nature of the tree, but the tree is not able to understand the Prophet, the tree stands barely affront Prophet who can see his spirit down to its roots but then the tree does not know anything about the Prophet. The Prophet came to to tree in it's time just after him recovering from his past experiencing from the farmer, the Prophet slowly became a friend of the tree by being a frequent visitor of the tree, and the tree sharing his experiences during the day to the Prophet. But never did the Prophet tell anything to the tree, never told him about his experiences in life, his viewpoints in life, his ideals, and even personal matters.
The tree is then again lost in its world. The tree is just finished with the recovery from his pain dealt to him by the farmer, and he had realized not anymore to value and to trust a friend. But the tree can't resist the feeling of joy and happiness with the time spent with the Prophet, the tree can say anything that he feels, he can tell the Prophet just about anything without being conscious of their relationship.
But the tree just cannot decide, he is lost. The tree is again blossoming with wild fragrant flowers, the tree again is building his house of leaves, the tree is again bearing fruits. But the tree is still lost, he don't even know how close he is with the Prophet, the tree doesn't even know if the Prophet sees him as his friend or simply a companion during his dark hours, the tree don't know how the Prophet feels, but he doubts.
The doubt is not gone till the time that the Prophet would be able to tell the tree his true feeling about their relationship. But definitely, this time the tree have learned it's lessons, the tree knows the difficulty in deeply believing a person, the tree would protect himself but he knows his self protection might lead him to lost the Prophet. But the tree is lost, he needs to find his way out.
Now is the time for you readers to help the tree decide, should he believe once again, our just shield himself out of fear?
The tree has long rooted deep in to the soil of bondage, years of rain, thunders, cyclone, and other calamities have passed through it but still it is living, but it is filled with scars as it reminisce it's past. The tree bears fruit before, a couple of hundred year ago, it was blossoming with the most fragrant of all the flowers around the grass filled area while it's fruit is so sweet that people who have tasted it never forgets the sweetness of the hazelnut that it bears, thus giving it the popularity and appreciating cost of it's fruit.
The tree shall never forget how he was molested by the selfishness of a farmer. The farmer was always able to soil and to water his hazelnut tree, and he never forgets just how important the tree was to him. The tree was deeply attached to the farmer, whose songs and lullabies in the morning gardening enchanted to it to dance with the sound. The tree grows bigger and bigger, the tree is indeed very strong, but is not yet able to satisfy the greed of the farmer. The farmer is awaiting for the time that the tree be so strong and be capable of producing more by diving the tree into smaller parts and to be grown again bigger trees. Here you might question why don't the farmer just plant another set of seedlings rather than wait and divide, but you must remember how special and luscious the fruit this tree bears, the incomparable sweetness and fragrance, the incomparable wealth it deals to the farmer.
The farmer's greed can no longer be contained. He went off his house and decided to chop off a part of it's trunk, not just a trunk but a lot of it's trunk. Tree was indeed crying deep in his roots of how he trusted his owner to till him and to care for him for more centuries to come and to treat him with more love and affection, he had believed the farmer as his friend, he have believed the farmer as the one who truly care, he had been bare to the farmer, but all his efforts went to no avail. The farmer's greedy thought was fulfilled, the trunks of the tree were cut, the tree is bleeding in pain of the excision of his part.
The tree realized his faith, he is to be just used by the farmer as a tool to wealth, a tool to fulfill his selfishness, a tool to realize his goal. The tree had cried for decades, his main trunk was no longer bearing fruit, it was no longer blossoming fragrant flowers, it no longer produces leaves that covers the kids during extreme hot weathers, it is no longer productive, it no longer knows his importance of his life. He now simply cries and cries and slowly it drained all the waters from its body, it was slowly degrading, it is slowly drying up, it now only cries and nothing more.
The tree then slowly through his self realization that there is no such thing as trust, nobody can be trusted, even the sweetest of the farmers who would water you everyday, even the birds who would sing to you early in the morning, not even the kids that you have helped just for them not be burned by the scorching sun. The tree now knows that he needs to live for himself, he no longer needs anybody, he is now a tree independent from the bondage of the soil, the soil is no longer filled with the attachment to his farmer, he now ask nothing but the guidance of the Lord.
The tree, upon it's realization of the impermanence and the falsity of relationship, was now approached by the Prophet. The Prophet is capable of seeing the true nature of the tree, but the tree is not able to understand the Prophet, the tree stands barely affront Prophet who can see his spirit down to its roots but then the tree does not know anything about the Prophet. The Prophet came to to tree in it's time just after him recovering from his past experiencing from the farmer, the Prophet slowly became a friend of the tree by being a frequent visitor of the tree, and the tree sharing his experiences during the day to the Prophet. But never did the Prophet tell anything to the tree, never told him about his experiences in life, his viewpoints in life, his ideals, and even personal matters.
The tree is then again lost in its world. The tree is just finished with the recovery from his pain dealt to him by the farmer, and he had realized not anymore to value and to trust a friend. But the tree can't resist the feeling of joy and happiness with the time spent with the Prophet, the tree can say anything that he feels, he can tell the Prophet just about anything without being conscious of their relationship.
But the tree just cannot decide, he is lost. The tree is again blossoming with wild fragrant flowers, the tree again is building his house of leaves, the tree is again bearing fruits. But the tree is still lost, he don't even know how close he is with the Prophet, the tree doesn't even know if the Prophet sees him as his friend or simply a companion during his dark hours, the tree don't know how the Prophet feels, but he doubts.
The doubt is not gone till the time that the Prophet would be able to tell the tree his true feeling about their relationship. But definitely, this time the tree have learned it's lessons, the tree knows the difficulty in deeply believing a person, the tree would protect himself but he knows his self protection might lead him to lost the Prophet. But the tree is lost, he needs to find his way out.
Now is the time for you readers to help the tree decide, should he believe once again, our just shield himself out of fear?
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2 comments:
poor sad tree!!
parang a heartbreaking story but also an inspirational one hehe:)
good one:D
hehe, ako din na-heart-"brake" dyan, wahaha, tumigil ang pagtibok ng puso ko, wahaha. So hard to decide what the tree needs to do
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