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There was once a little acorn in a small valley that grew into a tiny sapling. Its roots were barley in the ground, the small little branches and tiney little green leaves fragile and innocent.
Many a destructive storm came into the life of the little sapling, at times breaking branches, ripping off leaves, loosening the roots in the ground.
There was a horrendouse storm that broke the little sapling in half. The little sapling slowly started to die. Unbeknownst to it, the raging storm causing destruction within was affecting the surrounding area of where it lived. The ground was now dry and crumbly, the air heavy and oppresive. The sun scorching and burning. Thick heavy dirt covered what was left of the sapling. The sapling couldn't breath. Everything was fadeing away.
A rare gentle wind wisped the essense of the broken sapling out of its' wooden shell. The spirit, if you will. The spirit was drifting in the warm gentle breeze and got caught on the branches of the other saplings surrounding it. Somehow, the spirit of the broken sapling absorbed some positive engergy from the other saplings that tried to nurture it back to the broken wooden shell that still remained stuck in the ground. "You are stronger than you know, you will make things work" the leaves whispered in the soothing gentle breeze that was miraculousely gliding through the little valley. The essense of the broken sapling drifted down to its shell, and took root.
All of a sudden, the sky darkend, and a warm gentle rain washed away all the dirt and grime covering the little sapling. It nourtured the little saplings' roots, bringing them deeper into the ground, taking strong hold. Cool honeysuckle scented breezes caressed the healing sapling. The sapling felt more at peace. It knows it isn't very strong yet, but it knows that in time, it will be just as strong as the other trees in the little valley.
And all is good. |
