• The Farmer and the Apple Tree

A Lesson in Gratitude and Discovery

Long ago, a hardworking farmer lived on a piece of land that was home to a tall, sturdy apple tree. The tree stood proudly in the farmer's garden, with branches covered in lush, green leaves. Yet, despite its impressive appearance, the tree never bore any fruit. For years, the farmer watched the tree, growing increasingly frustrated with its lack of apples. To him, the tree seemed to serve no purpose.

The tree, however, was far from lifeless. It provided shelter to a flock of cheerful sparrows, who sang melodious tunes from its branches, and a lively group of grasshoppers, who leapt and played around its trunk. The farmer, preoccupied with his disappointment in the tree's barrenness, paid little attention to these small creatures.

One day, after much thought, the farmer decided the tree's time had come to an end. “It has no use for me,” he muttered, reaching for his sharp axe in the toolshed. With the heavy tool in hand, he marched toward the tree, determined to cut it down and make room for something more productive.

As the farmer raised the axe to strike, a commotion broke out. The sparrows flitted from branch to branch, chirping desperately, while the grasshoppers leapt around his feet. Together, they pleaded with him, “Please, kind farmer, spare this tree! It is our home, and without it, we would have nowhere to go. We bring joy to your days with our songs and dances—let the tree stand!”

But the farmer was unmoved. His mind was set on removing the tree. Ignoring their cries, he swung his axe with all his might, striking the tree’s trunk. The first blow echoed through the garden, followed by another and then another. Just as the farmer prepared for a fourth strike, something unusual caught his eye.

Within a hollow in the tree’s trunk, a glistening sight appeared—a hive brimming with golden honey. Intrigued, the farmer set his axe aside and reached out to taste the honey. The moment the rich, sweet flavor touched his tongue, he was astounded. It was unlike anything he had ever tasted before—pure, delicious, and valuable.

Realizing the tree’s hidden worth, the farmer’s perspective shifted. He lowered his axe and stepped back, grateful for the unexpected treasure. From that day forward, he vowed to care for the tree, understanding that its value extended far beyond what he had first seen.

The apple tree remained in the farmer’s garden, standing tall and strong. It continued to be a sanctuary for the sparrows and grasshoppers, whose songs and dances filled the air with life. The farmer, now mindful of the tree’s gift, lived in harmony with his garden, cherishing the sweet surprises it had to offer.

And so, the tree became a symbol of patience and discovery, reminding the farmer—and all who heard its story—that every living thing has a purpose, even if it takes time to uncover.