There was a magnificent Tree growing on a hill overlooking a town. Thousands of winds were blowing on the Tree since it was a tiny sprout, just learning to harvest the energy from the Sun with its only tender leaf. With years passing, the Tree had gone through the hurricanes and drought, it bent low to the ground and had its leaves burnt, but its core withstood the tortures because the Tree had strong and well-developed roots that held the Tree standing firmly against the winds and supplying the Tree with the nourishment and moisture to heal the wounds and fortifying the body of the Tree. The younger trees were looking up to the magnificent Tree, and animals were seeking shelter under its branches. The Tree was an exemplar tree of its kind, as it was built off of the perfect and balanced natural elements in synergy with the solar light, it went through the hard times and withstood them to only grow stronger and taller. That was the Freedom of being a tree, and the magnificent Tree knew that its powerful roots and resilience are the only things that allow him to keep his integrity and fulfill his purpose during the lifetime. The Tree was bound to Earth, but it was the condition enabling the Tree’s Freedom to be the tree that was completing the circle of Life on Earth.
The town below was expanding, and creatures who lived there built a strange enclosed building. One day, several creatures came to the hill, dug out a dozen of younger trees, and carried them away to that enclosed facility. The creatures seemed to be friendly and careful with the trees they disturbed. The remaining trees split into groups: one group was envious to the trees that got taken out and carried away, as they were unhappy to spend their entire lives sitting bound to the soil and struggling through the winds and drought, as they were still weak and only learning about being a tree, so they wanted to be hidden in the facility protected from the nature elements. Some young trees stayed loyal to the teachings of the magnificent Tree, even though they were constantly laughed at by the growing group of the trees that wanted to be taken out. Not every tree that believed in the teachings of the magnificent Tree could cope with the constant teasing from the other trees, so they would change their minds in favor of those trees and join the group that wanted to be placed in the shelter built by the creatures.
The creatures kept returning, extracting more and more trees that were standing far away from the magnificent Tree. And one day, they came with one of the trees that they extracted first. That tree developed beautiful lush leaves and was now sitting in the barrel filled with nutritious solution. The creatures placed the barrel with the tree on the ground and left for the day. The trees still sitting in the soil started cheering their friend in the barrel feeling envious about his leaves. And the tree in the barrel told them that he had to lean on the supports now, since the creatures cut off most of his roots and left just a little, but as a trade-off, the creatures placed him in a miraculous juice that was so easy to drink and that was balanced so well to make a tree grow! The trees in the soil were fascinated and their desire to be placed in the nourishing juice became stronger than ever! No work, no hardship, no struggle - you are always taken care of and it is a dream life - thought many of them. “The only thing, - continued the tree in the barrel - is that one of the trees that they brought with me died because the creature forgot to pour the juice for him once. Yet, other fellow trees are thriving!” The trees did not think about the death of that one poor tree, as they were overwhelmingly happy about the opportunity to never need to harvest the nutrients themselves and to be sheltered from the hardships that accompany a tree’s life. As the day progressed, the tree in the barrel started feeling thirst, as his juice was evaporating under the heat of the sun, and other trees could not understand the struggle of that tree because they were enchanted by the luxury that tree was living in. By the end of the day, the tree in the barrel was quite exhausted and was hoping that the creature will come to replenish his juice, but no one showed up. The next morning, when his leaves became limp and were now hanging down, one of the creatures came. The tree in the barrel felt relieved that his solutions will be replenished, and other trees were hoping to be taken out of the soil and brought to the building. Instead, the creature placed the tree from the barrel back into the ground and left. The trees sitting in the soil were disappointed that they were not brought along.
A little storm happened in a couple of days after the tree from the barrel was returned back to the soil. While the trees sitting near the magnificent Tree were cheering the storm, as it was a great opportunity for them to exercise their strength and refresh their leaves, the tree that was just transferred from the barrel was too weak to withstand the wind. The trees that wanted to go to the building and be placed into the barrels were angry that the trees near the magnificent Tree were celebrating the storm so they kept complaining about the hard task they were undergoing. They saw how the tree from the barrel was ripped off the soil and was carried away by the wind. His leaves looked like torn and ripped wet cloths. These trees were screaming in misery that the creatures must come and rescue them from the storms, but never abandon them, unlike they did with that one tree they just returned into the soil. The trees sitting far from the magnificent Tree and thinking pitifully of themselves were not resisting the wind, yielding to each gust which made some of the trees to break, while they were the same trees as the ones growing close to the magnificent Tree, which kept celebrating the storm. Now, those trees far from the magnificent Tree knew that there is an easier path, a path of salvation, and even the death of the tree from the barrel that was returned back to the soil did not change their mind, as they did not ever want to go back to their natural environment, should they be placed in the barrels. These trees wanted to surrender their freedom to be the trees in favor of living in the facility where the nourishing juice would be given to them forever. These trees that wanted to be contained in the facility were not thinking that in nature they do much more than harvest nutrition from the ground and the sun, and that their role is much more powerful and creative, that their strength would increase, that their branches would provide shelter for the weak, that their leaves would be protecting young plants and small animals from the cold, that their greenery is a unique machine for enabling life on Earth. All they thought of was an idea of safety and comfort, and they did not know that these things never come at no cost…
One day, the creatures came with dead remnants of the trees they previously extracted from the soil, tossed them on the ground just in front of the trees growing from the ground, and left. The trees in the soil grew agitated and suddenly felt shame for ever wishing to live the lives of those now dead trees that at some point carelessly thrived in the barrels with nutritious juice and sheltered from all winds. Since that moment, no tree was whining about their path and turned their aspirations to the path of the magnificent Tree that knew the laws that each tree must obey to be free to be the tree - the laws of Nature. Only with the strong roots, with the strong core, and with feeling the responsibility for playing the proper role, a tree may become a magnificent Tree and thrive through any hardship, and there is no creature who would ever be able to break the refined natural system and survive it.
The Freedom is in following the laws of Nature.
Raw Form of Life.
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