Once upon a time there was a tree. A tree that could not grow. A tree that was as short as a bush, but it was a tree. This tree had a secret. It may have been short and small from the outside, but it was tall and big from the inside. It grew inwards and it grew fast. It grew so fast that after some years its branches had expanded through land and sea and it kept going on and on. It would not have been satisfied until it conquered the world.
One day a child needed to rest. It was a child that was lost and needed company. It needed warmth and love. This child knew how to see. It could see beneath and beyond and could feel the deep hidden secrets.
After walks through the day light and after walks through the night shadows, the child found our tree with the secret. And as if it was hypnotized, the child sat under it and fell asleep. And it was dreaming days and nights and in its sleep it cried and laughed and loved and hated.
The time passed by, but the child had not waken up. These dreams kept it captured, hostage of its own imagination. And the child needed to be rescued from itself.
One day the child was crying again. It cried hot tears that watered the ground. Within its fists the child was holding tight the soil that fed the tree. It needed someone to hold, someone to hug.
The tree, that wanted to conquer the world, felt the child. It decided to help it. So, instead of breathing inwards, it started breathing outwards. And thus, it grew outwards and got taller and taller and bloomed and gave birth to fruits, all kinds of them- apples, oranges, peaches, cherries. Oh, it grew so beautifully…
And one day, one apple, one firm shiny red apple fell down. And the child woke up.
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