There's an apple tree, who loved a boy deeply.

Everyday, the boy would come and play with the tree. He would gather the leaves of the tree and made into a crown, and would pretend to be the king of the jungle. He would climb to the top of the tree and swing, while savoring the apples. Sometimes, they would play hide-and-seek. When the boy became tired, he would rest under the shelter. The boy loved the tree, and the tree was glad.

As time passed, the boy grew up.. The tree often felt lonely. One day, the boy appeared.

The tree said, 'Climb unto me, have some apples that your joy may be full.'
The boy said,' I have grown up, I no longer climb trees, I want to buy things to find my happiness, I need money, can you give me?'
The tree said, 'I'm sorry, I don't have money, only apples and leaves. Why don't you take the apples and sell them, that you joy may be full.'

Upon hearing that, the boy plucked all the apples. And he left. The tree was glad.

The boy went missing for a long time, and the tree felt very miserable. One day, the boy appeared, and with all comfort and joy, the tree waved its leaves and said,

'Come unto me, have a swing that your joy may be full.'
The boy said,' I'm too busy to climb tree. I need a house, I wanna get married and have kids. Can you give me a house?'
The tree said, 'I'm sorry, I don't have a house, the jungle is my home. But, you can cut away my branches to build a house, that your joy may be full.'

The boy cut off all the branches and went to build a house. The tree was glad.

Another long while went pass, and the boy was nowhere in sight. When he finally appeared, the tree was too happy to say anything, and gently she said,

'Let's play together..'
The boy said, 'I'm too old to play now, and I don't have the mood. I need a boat to bring me on a voyage, Can you give me one?'
The tree said, 'Why don't you cut down my trunk to make a boat, so that it can bring you on your journey, that your joy may be full.'

The boy chopped off the tree trunk, made a boat and went on a voyage. The tree was glad, but not truly.

A long time had passed, and the boy returned once again.

The tree said, 'I'm sorry, I have nothing else to give you now, I have no more apples.'
The boy said, 'My teeth no longer have strength to bite the apples.'
The tree said, 'I have no more branches for you to swing.'
The boy said, 'I'm too old to swing.'
The tree said, 'I have no more trunk for you to climb.'
The boy said, 'I'm too tired, too tired to climb.'
The tree sighed, 'I'm deeply sorrowful, I wish I can give you something, but I have nothing else to give, I'm just an old stump, I'm very sorry...'
The boy said, 'I don't need anything now, just a quiet place to sit and to rest, because I'm really tired.'
The tree said, 'oh..'
She strengthened her body and said, 'C'mon, child, an old tree stump is a good resting place, have a seat, have a seat, have a good rest.'

The boy sat down, and the tree was glad..

~AN ODE TO ALL MOTHERS~