The Apple Tree and the Oak Tree
Original French title: Le pommier et le ch?e
Once upon a time, a massive oak tree stood alone in a large field. The towering oak had
stood in this field for more than two hundred years. Much had happened during those years,
but trees have remarkable memories, and the oak vividly remembered the very first moments
of his consciousness.
The oak tree was then no more than a three-month-old sapling when its hazy perceptions
merged into awareness. He saw a haggard-looking old man in from of him. Behind the man
stood a red farmhouse. An elderly woman was working in the garden. The old man had a
gentle smile and was looking tenderly at the oak.
"You're awake now my child, aren't you?"
"Who am I?" answered the oak.
"You are an oak tree," the man answered, "a symbol of hope for my
children and my children's children in this world. Until now, I used this field to grow
soybeans and wheat for cows and chickens. Only now do I realize how wasteful and needless
this has been."
The old man's words flew by too quickly for the young oak. Several large animals were
roaming in the field; several small animals were pecking at the ground near the woman.
"What is a cow?" What is a chicken?" asked the oak, perplexed.
Those large, four-legged animals in the field are cows, my child. They are gentle,
peaceful, harmless animals. Until recently, they would feed them with the grains I grew in
this field and then kill them so that others could eat their flesh. I did the same with
those small birds near my wife, called chickens. Although people in this world are dying
of hunger, I wasted the space of this field and wasted the grains I grew on the animals. I
could have fed many more people by giving them the grains directly.
"I continued to raise and kill chickens and cows even after I learned that eating
their flesh is more wasteful than eating the grains used to feed them. Yet I treated them
nicely, until their untimely death, that is. They had better lives than on those
horrifying factory farms. In factory farms, thousands of chickens are confined indoors,
never see the light of day and are packed in cages so tightly that they can barely move.
And I also avoided using chemicals to kill insects in the field and fight diseases in the
animals, for these chemicals also poison the ground, other animals and humans. In this
respect, I was more compassionate and caring than many of my fellow farmers.
"Nevertheless, I always felt guilt and sadness every time I killed a cow or
chicken so others could eat their flesh. My wife and son would hold a gentle cow still,
and I would break open her head with a large hammer. Her large, innocent eyes would always
stare bewildered at me, as if to say "Why?". And when I would cut off a
chicken's head with an ax, his poor body would run helplessly around, looking for his lost
head, desperate to be alive again.
"These thoughts weighed heavily on my heart and soul. And as the years passed, I
felt more and more saddened and helpless. Yet I had little choice: I had borrowed much
money from the bank and they threatened to ruin my family and me if I stopped the killing.
"It was my son who freed me from this misery. He went to study in the city and
thanks to his job, my wife and I could finally pay off the bank. When I asked my son, 'But
what will become of the animals?' he answered, 'Make sure that they cannot have children,
and let them live out the rest of their lives in peace, Father.' And when I asked him,
'But what will become of the field?' he answered, 'Father, this field used to belong to
the trees. Ever since we took the trees away, much precious, life-giving soil in the field
has been washed away by the rain. Give the field back to the trees, Father. They will keep
the soil in place and give precious, life-giving oxygen back to the air. And if you choose
food-bearing trees, they will also feed people too.'
"That is why I have planted you, dear child. You will hold the soil in place, give
oxygen to the air and bear acorns to nourish us. And we can eat your acorns without having
to kill and destroy you. You are a blessing for me, and a symbol of hope for my children
and my children's children. And I will soon fill this whole field with trees, so that you
may have friends and work together."
But the old man died before he could plant other trees, and the wife moved to the city
to join her son. Other people later moved into the farmhouse, and though they were
forbidden to chop down the oak tree or raise animals, they cared little for the old man's
vision, and planted no new trees.
Many years went by before the oak tree understood the meaning of the old man's words.
And though with each passing year, the oak tree grew mightier and mightier, it also grew
sadder and sadder, for it had no friends, and rain continued to wash away the soil.
Eight generations came and went. And though much topsoil had washed away and the oak
was still friendless, it learned through watching them that the world had changed very
much. People everywhere had stopped killing and eating animals, realizing the
senselessness of it all. People had also stopped killing each other, and the world had
become a great country, where everyone could travel freely everywhere. The French language
had evolved and changed and everyone in the world spoke English as a second language, so
that they could communicate with each other.
A middle-aged man, his wife and their young daughter now lived in the farmhouse. The
oak tree learned from them that much work still remained to be done. Soil was still being
washed away from former pastures and grain fields, and large-scale tree-planting projects
were taking place everywhere.
One day, the young girl from the farmhouse came to the oak tree. She was smiling and
holding a small notebook.
"Hello, oak tree," she said with a grin, her curly red locks blowing in the
wind, "I found my ancestor's diary this morning. He was the one who stopped raising
animals, I believe. I had difficulties understanding his French, but I believe that he
planted you as the first of many trees to give this weary field new life. I'm afraid that
my ancestors after him have neglected you. But that is going to change now. In six months
from now, the government is going to give us enough saplings to entirely plant this field.
After that, you'll never be alone again, and you and your friends can feed us, clean the
air and hold the soil in place.
"But fear not, oak tree, that you will remain friendless for another six months.
Tomorrow, I will plant a baby apple tree next to you. It will keep you company and bring
you joy. And thanks to your wisdom and experience, you can guide and comfort it and the
other saplings that follow."
The young girl was faithful to her promise, and the next morning, she planted a tender,
fragile apple sapling next to the oak. The sapling was too young to be aware of its own
existence. In the months that followed, the oak tree sung soft and reassuring songs to the
apple sapling, waiting patiently for it to awaken.
Several months later, the moment arrived. The oak tree felt a slight shiver from the
apple tree, and knew that it was now awake.
"You're awake now my child, aren't you?" the oak tree asked.
"Who am I?" answered the apple tree.
"You are an apple tree, "the oak tree answered, "a symbol of hope for
the healing and betterment of this world. When I first came to life, this field had been
used to grow grains for cows and chickens, who were later killed and eaten. Only later did
my Master realize how senseless this had been."
The oak tree's words flew by too quickly for the young apple tree.
"What is a cow? What is a chicken?" asked the apple tree, perplexed.
"Never mind, my child," the oak tree responded, more slowly and reassuringly,
"For those sad times have passed and the world today is filled with hope and promise.
Give thanks and rejoice, my child, for together we can heal the earth, clean the air and
feed the people. And soon, very soon, many friends will join us and help us in our
And the oak tree began to sing a lullaby to the apple tree. The apple tree was
comforted, and the oak tree was happy. And the sun set slowly behind the large field of
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