The Magical Tree

A boy and his father once planted a little tree outside their little cottage out in the country. ‘This is a Magic Tree,’ his father told him ‘May you both love and live and grow old together.’ he said to his boy with a smile. The boy played with the joy of childhood under that little tree as they both grew tall and strong together. He met a girl as he grew older and they loved with the true love of youth for one splendid summer long. Then she left him because her young heart had met someone new other than the youthful lad himself. He wept alone and no-one cared, but his old friend the tree saw it all from above, and he was the only one who wept with the boy in sadness. Then as he grew into a tall and proud man he worked and lived in joy in his little cottage under the Magic Tree still. He had many seasons of love and plenty under that old tree and they were always happy and free together. He grew into an older man, and as his folks passed away one by one, he inherited the little cottage in the woods from them. Here he lived happily still all of his days with only the Magic Tree to keep him company always. When he was a much older man he was alone and lonely still in his dear little home of peace and plenty. Yet he became deathly ill one day and battled his bad health on his own. He thought that no-one noticed or cared, but his old friend the Tree still kept a faithful guard outside his little home. And the old tree cared and worried deeply about his friend, the old lonely man of his youth. So he recovered from the bout of deathly illness one day and carried on loving and living beside his old friend the loving tree of nature. He grew older and older still in loneliness and sadness as the long and troubled years went past with only the Magic Tree as his lifelong friend. The one that he had planted in such wonder and love as a young boy. A sad and lonely winter’s day when he was truly old and grey, he passed away in peace and love as a sad and lonely old man himself, and once again it seemed as if his passing had gone unnoticed by all. As if the whole wide world had gone on without a care. Yet, his old friend the Magic Tree watched it all from above, and he cared deeply. His one and only true love and the greatest friend he would ever know had passed away in love and bliss at last. And so summer and autumn and winter each  year that passed the wind would rustle his beautiful leaves in sadness and he would remember his old loving friend so well. He was the only one that cared, it seemed for a sad and lonely man in  this life. Still he cared deeply. Still he cared so deeply. True love will never, ever be denied. Somebody out there loves me greatly still. Somebody out there loves me.