“The Demanding Tree” by the Rev. Dr. Victoria Weinstein, revised Earth Day 2016
Once there was a tree. And she loved a little boy.
And every day the boy would come, and he would gather her leaves
and make them into crowns and play king of the forest.
And the tree loved the little boy, but the tree was a bit irritated. ”King of the forest, my trunk,” she thought. “Wherever did those human beings get such an attitude problem?”
Time went by, and the boy grew older, and the tree was often alone, which was nice and quiet, but she missed the boy.
Then one day the boy came to the tree and the tree called out to him, “Come, Boy, come and climb up my trunk and swing from my branches and eat my apples and play in my shade and be happy.”
“I am too big to climb and play,” said the boy. I want to buy things and have fun. I want some money. Can you give me some money?”
”No chance,” said the tree. “I have only leaves and apples. Why don’t you go get a job if money’s so important to you? I hear that the Nature Conservancy is looking for clerical staff. Why don’t you apply?”
And so the boy applied for the job and sent many e-mails and processed many donations to the Nature Conservancy, and the tree was happy.
But the boy stayed away for a long time, and the tree was sad.
And then one day the boy came back and the tree shook with joy and she said, “What took you so long? You don’t call, you don’t write, how’s the job? And tell me, who do you think would really be better for the environment, Bernie or Jill?”
“I am too busy to talk politics with you, Tree” said the boy. “I want a house to keep me warm. I want a wife and I want children, so I need a house. Can you give me a house?”
“Of course I can’t give you a house,” replied the tree. “The forest is my house. But you’re certainly welcome to pitch a tent on the ground here, and we’ll have a great time.”
“Thanks but no thanks, Tree,” said the boy. “Maybe I’ll start an intentional community with some of my friends.”
“That’s the ticket,” cheered the tree. “You Americans already have far too many houses. Why build another?”
So the boy went off to start a co-op with a group of spiritually -centered progressive vegans who embraced voluntary simplicity.
And the tree was happy.
But the boy stayed away a very long time, and when he came back the tree was so happy she waved her branches excitedly. “Well would you look what the cat dragged in!! Look at you, Boy! Good Lord, you look awful. You humans just don’t age as well as we trees do, do you, Boy?”
“You’ve got that right, dear Tree,” replied the boy. “I wish I could stay and shoot the breeze with you, but I am too old and sad. I want a boat that will take me far away from here. Can you give me a boat?”
“Whoa,” said the tree. “I don’t like the way you’re looking at my trunk there, pal. You want to get far away from here? You’ve got legs. Walk. And on the way, why don’t you take some of these seeds and plant some more trees? Make like Johnny Appleseed. It’ll do us all good.”
So the boy embraced the tree, took the seeds and started on his journey.
And the tree was happy. Really.
After a long, long time, the boy came back again.
“I’m sorry, Boy,” said the tree. ”You have no more teeth to sink into my apples.
You’re too fragile to swing in my branches.
Your friends and your intentional community are long gone,
and your old legs can’t take you around as they used to.
We both know that you are at the end of your story, and that I will long outlast you.
I just wish that I could give you something to comfort you. . . .”
“I don’t need very much,” said the boy. “Just a quiet place to swing and rest.”
“Well,” said the tree, straightening herself up as much as she could. “Well, this old tree is good for swinging and resting!Come, Boy, tie your hammock on this branch over here …and on this branch way over here. Come, Boy, swing from my arms, and rest.”
And the boy did.
And the tree was very happy.