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Noiembrie 18, 2008

The tale of three trees – Povestea celor trei arbori – 1

the_tale_of_three_trees-634-x-8202Once upon a mountaintop, three little trees stood and dreamed of what they wanted to become when they grew up. The first little tree looked up at the stars twinkling like diamonds above him. „I want to hold treasure”, he said. „I want to be covered with gold and filled with precious stones. I will be the most beautiful treasure chest in the world!”.
The second little tree looked out at the small stream trickling by on its way to the ocean. „I want to be a strong sailing ship”, he said. „I want to travel mighty waters and carry powerful things. I will be the strongest ship in the world!”.
The third tree looked down into the valley below where busy men and busy women worked in a busy town. „I don’t want to leave this mountaintop at all”, she said. „I want to grow so tall that when people stop to look at me they will raise their eyes to heaven and think of God. I will be the tallest tree in the world!”.
Years passed. The rains came, the sun shone, and the little trees grew tall.
One day three woodcutters climbed the mountain.
The first woodcutter looked at the first tree and said: „This tree is beautiful. It is perfect for me.” With a swoop of his shining axe, the first tree fell.
„Now I shall be made into a beautiful chest”, thought the first tree. „I shall hold wonderful treasure.”
The second woodcutter looked at the second tree and said: „This tree is strong. It is perfect for me.” With a swoop of his shining axe, the second tree fell.
„Now I shall sail mighty waters”, thought the second tree. „I shall be a strong ship fit for kings!”.
The third tree felt her heart sink when the last woodcutter looked her way. She stood straight and tall and pointed bravely to heaven. But the woodcutter never even looked up. „Any kind of tree will do for me”, he muttered. With a swoop of his shining axe, the third tree fell.
The first tree rejoiced when the woodcutter brought him to a carpenter’s shop, but the busy carpenter was not thinking about treasure chests. Instead his work-worn hands fashioned the tree into a feed box for animals.
The once-beautiful tree was not covered with gold or filled with treasure. He was coated with sawdust and filled with hay for hungry farm animals.
The second tree smiled when the woodcutter took him to a shipyard, but no mighty sailing ships were being made that day.  Instead the once-strong tree was hammered and sawed into a simple fishing boat.
Too small and too weak to sail an ocean or even a river, he was taken to a little lake. Every day he brought in loads of dead, smelly fish.
The third tree was confused when the woodcutter cut her into strong beams and left her in a lumberyard.
„What happened?” the once-tall tree wondered. „All I ever wanted to do was stay on the mountaintop and point to God.”

– to be continued –

Odata, pe un varf de munte, trei copacei stateau si visau la ce isi doreau sa devina cand vor creste mari. Primul copacel privi catre stelele care licareau deasupra lui, ca niste diamante: „Vreau sa port o comoara”, spuse. „Vreau sa fiu acoperit cu aur si ticsit cu pietre pretioase. Voi fi cel mai frumos sipet din lume!”.
Al doilea copacel privi inspre micul izvor care isi prelingea apele in drumul sau catre ocean. „Eu vreau sa devin o puternica nava-comandant”, spuse. „Vreau sa strabat ape impunatoare si sa transport lucruri de valoare. Voi fi cea mai importanta ambarcatiune din lume!”.
Al treilea copacel (o „copacica”) privi in jos, catre valea in care femei si barbati desfasurau o activitate febrila in oraselul agitat. „Eu nu vreau sa parasesc acest varf de munte, nici vorba!”, spuse ea. „Vreau sa cresc atat de inalta incat, atunci cand oamenii se vor opri si isi vor ridica privirile catre varful meu ca sa ma admire, sa isi aduca aminte de Dumnezeu si de Inalta Lui Imparatie. Voi fi cel mai inalt copac din lume!”.
Anii au trecut. Ploile si soarele s-au perindat pe rand iar cei trei copacei au devenit copaci in toata firea.
Intr-o zi, trei taietori de lemne urcara pe munte.
Primul tapinar privi spre primul dintre copaci si spuse: „Acesta e frumos. E perfect pentru mine.” Cu o lovitura naprasnica, isi napusti taisul stralucitor al toporului asupra copacului care se prabusi.
„Acum, voi deveni un sipet splendid”, gandi primul copac. „Voi purta comori minunate.”
Cel de al doilea taietor isi arunca privirea catre al doilea pom, spunand: „Asta-i puternic. E perfect pentru mine.”. Sub lovitura fulgeratoare a toporului, al doilea copac se prabusi.
„Acum, voi strabate ape de seama”, gandi el. „Voi fi o corabie puternica si voi transporta regi!”.
Copacica simti cum i se frange inima atunci cand al treilea barbat cauta inspre ea. Trupul inalt si drept se sumeti, infigandu-si varful inspre Ceruri. Dar taietorul de lemne nici macar nu se osteni sa priveasca inspre varf. „Mi-e bun orice fel de pom”, mormai el. Prin aceeasi miscare doboratoare, si acest al treilea copac cazu secerat.
Primul arbore jubila atunci cand tapinarul duse trunchiul intr-un atelier de tamplarie; dar tamplarului nici nu-i trecea prin minte sa faca sipete. Ci mainile lui, trudite de munca, il transformara intr-o iesle din care sa fie hranite animalele.
Copacul, care fusese odata atat de frumos, nu fu nici acoperit de aur, nici ticsit de comori. Fu acoperit doar cu rumegus si umplut cu paie din care sa se hraneasca animalele flamande.
Cel de al doilea copac zambi atunci cand taietorul il duse intr-un atelier in care se faceau ambarcatiuni; dar nu fu transformat intr-o corabie care sa strabata ape intinse, ci acela care odata fusese un arbore falnic, puternic, deveni o banala barca de pescuit.
Prea mica si prea fragila pentru a strabate un ocean ori macar un rau, barcuta fu dusa pe un lac. Zilnic, era incarcata cu pesti morti, urat mirositori.
Copacica fu tare derutata atunci cand taietorul ei de lemne o transforma in grinzi puternice, dupa care o abandona in depozitul de lemne.
„Ce s-a intamplat, oare?!” se minuna ea, cea care fusese odinioara atat de semeata. „Mi-am dorit doar sa raman pe acel crestet de munte iar varful meu sa arate inspre Dumnezeu.”

– va urma –

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