Old Tree Story
In the green forest, there was a very, very old tree. It knew every little animal in the forest, remembered every big and small story that had ever happened there, and never missed a single forest concert.
When March arrived and the creek had just thawed, the old tree’s tall branches were the first to sense the breath of spring. Overnight, tender green leaves covered the branches.
Birds perched on its branches, chirping songs of spring.
Squirrels darted out of their burrows, leaping from one branch to another.
Even the bear woke up. Stretching lazily, it rubbed against the old tree, taking deep breaths of the fresh air.
Moles and rabbits came to roll around in the grass under the tree…
Every year, spring in the green forest began with the old tree.
But this year, something seemed different—the old tree didn’t wake up!
In the midst of the lush, green spring, the old tree remained in its winter slumber, with bare branches showing not a hint of green.
“What’s wrong, old tree?” The bird tapped gently on the branches with its tiny beak.
The old tree didn’t respond.
The squirrel hopped around, calling out, “Old tree, spring is here!”
The old tree’s branches stiffly twitched but still gave no reply.
“Old tree, old tree, wake up!” The bear hugged the old tree’s thick trunk and gave it a shake.
But the old tree remained silent.
“Maybe the old tree is too thirsty,” suggested the rabbit.
So everyone carried buckets of water from the creek and poured them at the old tree’s roots.
“Maybe the old tree is too cold,” said the lamb.
They knitted warm scarves and wrapped the old tree layer by layer.
“Maybe the old tree needs the soil loosened up,” said the mole.
Everyone grabbed little shovels and loosened the soil around the old tree’s roots until it was soft and airy.
But no matter what they did, the old tree didn’t move. Its once strong branches were now withered and hollow. With each gust of wind, pieces of it fell away one by one. Slowly, all that was left was a stump, standing quietly in the green forest.
“The old tree is dead.” The animals were all very sad.
The spring wind rustled softly… spring too seemed to shed gentle tears.
No one knew how long it had been when the rain finally stopped.
“Look! What’s that?” A little bird pointed excitedly at the old stump.
The animals gathered around, delighted to discover that, right next to the old stump, a tender little green shoot had sprouted, gently swaying in the spring breeze.
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
