The Tree and the Sun
By Ryan Slattery
There was once a tree which grew in an open prairie. Like all trees it grew up and stretched out its branches up towards the sky always desiring to touch, at long last, the golden source of light and life. Try as it might the tree grew tall and strong, but was never able to come near the radiant and warm sun, its one great desire.
By Ryan Slattery
There was once a tree which grew in an open prairie. Like all trees it grew up and stretched out its branches up towards the sky always desiring to touch, at long last, the golden source of light and life. Try as it might the tree grew tall and strong, but was never able to come near the radiant and warm sun, its one great desire.
It
watched the sun dance day into night into day until months, years, and decades
elapsed. “The thing I love most is just too distant for me” the tree said. “If
only I were taller!”
“You’re
taller than me!” a young voice said. “What good is being taller?”
