Tears of regret
Cyrus enjoyed playing in the backyard of his house. In
the cozy shade of a large tree, he spent hours,
distracted by his toys.
It was a cool and pleasant place, where sunlight was
filtered softly, and where, often, he even fell asleep
with his head resting on its powerful roots, tired of
playing.
The tree was a beautiful hose and it produced tasty
fruits, which Cyrus harvested with his own hands when he
felt hungry.
Despite of all this, Cyrus was a boy full of wills, and
one day he began to entangle the tree, wishing to cut
it.
Coming up to his mother, he said:
- Mom,
I want you to have the hose cut off.
Surprised, the mother replied,
- Why,
my son? You've always liked it so much!
Hitting his foot on the ground, the boy replied:
- I
don’t like it anymore, now. It takes a lot of space,
makes a lot of shade and is messing around in the yard.
Startled, she said:
- Think
about it, my son. Trees must be preserved, because they
are very useful and take years to grow and produce. This
our hose gives delicious mangoes and in its cozy
branches the birds make their nests and...
- I
don’t care, Mom! - Interrupted the capricious boy. - I
want you to put it down."
When the father arrived, after work, he was informed of
his son's demand.
A new dialogue was established, trying to make him give
up the idea. All in vain. Did not worth advice and
pondering, arguments and reprimands. Cyrus was
irreducible.
He shouted, cried and complained so much, that his
parents, even though they considered his wish absurd,
decided to do his will. After all, he was a single
child! And what was he asked that his parents would not
give him?
The next day, with a bitter heart, his father had the
beautiful tree cut. Cyrus was happy. Each blow that
struck on the trunk he smiled. At the end, the man
finished the service. There was only one stump of the
beautiful hose.
Cyrus was satisfied and went playing. However, the very
strong sun hurt his eyes and the heat was excessive. In
a few minutes he was tired and full of sweat. He decided
to enter.
The mother, who watched him from afar, asked:
- Are
you not going to play anymore, Cyrus?
Disappointed, the boy replied:
- I'm
tired. The sun is very hot today.
- Do you want something to eat? - Said the mother
affectionately.
- Yes mom. I would like a mango.
- Oh, my son, we have no more mangoes. Did you forget
that the hose was destroyed? I gave the leftovers for
the gardener to take!
Cyrus sat down on the steps of the kitchen, looking at
the yard that seemed so strangely empty now.
He watched many birds that seemed to be flying at
random, with no place to stay.
Cyrus remembered that he had seen several nests on the
fallen branches and realized that these birds had lost
their houses. He also noticed that they were hungry,
looking for crumbs on the floor to eat.
As the days passed, Cyrus became more and more regretful
of the decision he had made.
He did not play in the yard anymore. Everything had gone
bland, there was no tree to climb, the sun was inclement
and burned everything.
Sighing, one day he approached to the stump, now dark
and withered, and, hugging what was left of the hose,
gave vent to his sadness. In tears, he began to say:
- I'm
very sorry, my friend. You do not know how much I miss
you. I did not know you were so important to us, and now
nothing's funny. There is no more shadow for me to play
under it and the sun burns me. The birds did not know
what to do, like me, and they left, in search of other
warm branches. Ah! If I could go back! Now I understand
why they say that we need to take care of the ecology,
preserving the trees. Without you, everything is barren
and ugly...
Cyrus cried... cried a lot, hugged to the remains of his
old companion.
His tears of regret, however, dampened the parched
trunk, and a few days later, as he approached it, Cyrus
had a greatly surprised. From the middle of the trunk,
fragile shoots and greens emerged as hope for a new life
inside it.
Full of joy, Cyrus realized that the miracle of life was
repeated, and that the tree would grow again, with the
blessing of God!
TIA CÉLIA
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