The old Tree *story*

 Once upon a time lived an old tree. Nobody really remembered that he was wise. It was just an old tree, a scary little one. 

But it was immensely alone. It felt like a rock inside, even if surrounded by other trees, nature, and animals.

When winter came, the leaves went away, and with them, the life itself. 

But it was during this darkest time that a little boy came. He was running, laughing, and shouting in the forest. When he saw the old tree, he suddenly stopped and came closer. He let his hand touch the trunk and looked at it. The tree was looking at him too. 

It was an odd moment, the boy and the old tree staring at each other. The tree could feel the boy's wildness, and the boy felt the old tree's emptiness. But at the same time, they realized they were part of the Great. They were the death and life, the sadness and joy. 

When the boy stepped back, he was not the same. He had talked with the old tree. He had spoken with life. A little bit of wisdom has come to him. 

And for the old tree, it was not the same too. It was not empty anymore; on the contrary. It remembered the happiness of simple things, the joy of life. 

The winter was there. Its leaves were on the ground. But the energy of life was flowing through him, and it could feel it. 

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