There once was a young, big tree, was sown in spring and the earth mother had protected him, nurtured and helped to grow. He was happy, she had beautiful leaves, colorful flowers and large juicy fruit; its branches moved with agility, its trunk was healthy, its roots firmly in the ground, were the bearers of great vitality and stability.
But one day the tree began to feel tired and lonely, for fear of not being appreciated as the nearby oak to be misjudged because its fruits were not as good as those of nearby peach. He felt guilty because they saw a different and lower than the other trees in the garden and was afraid of this feeling of inadequacy. He did not know how to deal with this situation, he felt too weak and insecure to cope with these negative emotions. The tree felt worse and worse and thought Perhaps that was eating differently and began to sink its roots in the Yellow River, had the impression that he did feel better, stronger. In fact in a few days and a few cold nights he found himself completely alone, he noticed that the leaves were falling left, that the stem while the roots grew old quickly sucked poison the tree seemed to die, he was destroying.
The only thing still alive, who resisted, were the roots, though covered with wounds.
In a lucid moment the tree firm said to himself: "I have to give me to do."
Thus began to ask for advice to all his friends to find out how he could regain his strength. Everyone expressed their views, but no one could solve the problem of the tree that he felt discouraged and tired. Just as he was about to fall asleep, passed by a gnome. The sight of that tree so bare, weakened by cold and rain, he stopped and asked what was going on.
The tree told him the whole story. The gnome stood with him. He stopped in his silence, he listened, he felt his pain.
Then the tree spoke again and said: "It seemed to me to close my eyes and, after they reopened, I have not found my leaves, I have not been able to see them."
The gnome thought hard, then he realized: he took off his glasses and laid them on the nose of the tree, explaining that they were magic sunglasses that were used to see inside.
The tree, then opened your eyes and .... Wonder. ... There is something he saw that he moved, he heard a noise, he saw something move, tried to listen, looked at in depth: it was lymph sap alive than moved into it.
Incredulous said to dwarf what we saw. The gnome told him that the leaves, flowers and fruits are born thanks to the sap that is in us, supported by external elements.
"If you see the sap that you have inside you, you can have it all, without having to depend on others: the leaves reborn thanks to the sap that you have in you: you have inside."
The branch is now felt stronger, strengthened, had the sap itself, no longer had to depend on the advice of others, the experience was enough to let the sap that flowed into it to see her friends reborn leaves.
At last the sun had returned, the tree he felt alive again and said to himself: "Since I can not be other than what they are, I will try its best manifestation of myself."
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