The Giving Tree

One of my all time favorite stories that I always read to my children is by Shel Silverstein,

The Giving Tree

I read it to my children this night and I thought that I wanted to share it with you. The story is simple yet so deep and encompasses so much meaning...It is simply beautiful! Read it and enjoy!

Once there was a tree and she loved a little boy
And everyday the boy would come
and he would gather her leaves
and make them into crowns and play king of the forest.
He would climb up her trunk and swing from her branches and eat apples
And they would play hide-and-go-seek.
And when he was tired he would sleep in her shade.
And the boy loved the tree very much.
And the tree was happy.

But time went by. And the boy grew older.
And the tree was often alone.

Then one day the boy came to the tree
and the tree said, "Come, Boy, come and climb up my trunk
and swing from my branches and eat 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?"
"I'm sorry," said the tree, "but I have no money.
I have only leaves and apples.
Take my apples, Boy, and sell them in the city.
Then you will have money and you will be happy."

And so the boy climbed up the tree and gathered her apples
and carried them away
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, "Come, Boy, climb up my trunk and swing from my branches
and be happy."
"I am too busy to climb trees," said the boy.
"I want a house to keep me warm," he said.
"I want a wife and I want children, and so I need a house.
Can you give me a house?"
"I have no house,"said the tree.
"The forest is my house, but you can cut off my branches
and build a house. Then you will be happy."

And so the boy cut off her branches and carried them away
to build his house.
And the tree was happy.

But the boy stayed away for a long time.
And when he came back, the tree was so happy
she could hardly speak.
"Come, Boy,"she whispered, "come and play."
"I am too old and sad to play," said the boy.
"I want a boat that will take me far away from here.
Can you give me a boat?"
"Cut down my trunk and make a boat," said the tree.
"Then you can sail away... and be happy."

And so the boy cut down her trunk
and made a boat and sailed away.
And the tree was happy...
but not really.

And after a long time the boy came back again.
"I am sorry, Boy," said the tree,"but I have nothing
left to give you-
"My apples are gone."
"My teeth are too weak for apples," said the boy.
"My branches are gone,"said the tree. "You cannot swing on them-"
"I am too old to swing on branches,"said the boy.
"My trunk is gone," said the tree. "You cannot climb-"
"I am too tired to climb," said the boy.
"I am sorry," signed the tree. "I wish that I could give you something...
but I have nothing left. I am just an old stump. I am sorry..."

"I don't need very much now," said the boy,
"just a quiet place to sit and rest. I am very tired."
"Well," said the tree, straightening herself up as much as she could,
"well, an old stump is good for sitting and resting.
Come, Boy, sit down.
Sit down and rest."

And the boy did.
And the tree was happy.

The End