The Giving Tree Moral Novels & Stories

Worried that Lorren would change his mind about accepting his request to specialise in healing, Zen cut to the chase. “Kindness! The value of a life is to inspire others. If I save someone, I’d like them to also save someone else with the life they have. A young tree is unlikely to stay alive for long alone without the nurturing help of the older trees around it. However, it should remember to protect other young saplings after growing into a strong tree instead of stealing nutrients from them. A forest full of selfish trees can never thrive.” Deeply impressed by the profound insight about life in someone so young, Lorren was thoroughly convinced that Zen would make a great healer.

The Phoenix Tree spoke calmly, "Haha, there’s no need to worry so much, young one. Just focus on fulfilling your purpose." As the tree finished speaking, a few leaves gently trembled and drifted into the void. Adrian’s eyes lit up at the sight, and he eagerly reached out to claim them all. But the Phoenix Tree’s voice returned, warning, "Greed is endless, boy. Do you think you can take all these leaves? Do you believe each is filled with my precious essence?"

Why would they like what you like, why would they think the way you think? Trees make fruit to be eaten. They want to tempt you into eating them. And they want your faecal matter all over their seed. They like it. Stop judging. I tried my best to convince the forest it could dig a small, skinny little tunnel into the room where the girls were being held without causing any permanent harm, but it was like trying to convince a mother who believed vaccinations caused autism that there was a now a cure for autism — she just needed to inject her kid with the vaccine. Fact and fear just don’t work together well.

Grandmother Alma was smiling that smile again, the one that made Cory feel as though the old woman could see through her, into her mind and heart, knowing all that she knew, surveying her memories. "The tree will not answer to just anyone," said Alma. “It is a magical being after all. It will only respond to questions it deems worthy asked by those who are also magical beings. You did not think the tree would answer any and everyone asking any and everything did you? Imagine the deluge of questions from wanderers. People would come from far and wide searching for ways to obtain riches, glory, the hearts of their unrequited loves. The tree cannot concern itself with the mundane. It is interes

“...until it found something out there that caught its attention, it refused to obey your curfew and would skip nights out. One day you found out it was a tree that had a particular fruit, and that fruit is the cause of its rebellion. The tree was planted miles away, it wasn’t rare but it doesn’t grow in your area. You’re worn out from years of looking after the bird, now it’s his turn to look out for you but its never around seeming rather ungrateful. Now here’s the question. Would you let the bird go along with your wasted years? Or would you fight to keep it beside you?”

We saw a predator and prey locked in a dance that was both violent and necessary, with one dying and the other living. It taught us how to be strong not by being kind, but by being strong and never giving up. A tree that was hit by lightning and split in half would use the burned area as a new place for a dozen different types of moss and fungus to grow. There was no judgment here, only what happened next. There is no good or bad, only function.

“Why? Why endure? Why not fall? Why not give up and return to earth? Why suffer for three hundred years?” “Because living is what trees do. Because growing is their purpose. Because enduring is their nature.” Kade touched the tree too. “And because every spring, this tree blooms. Every spring, it produces flowers. Every spring, it brings beauty despite its scars. Despite its damage. Despite its suffering. It chooses beauty over surrender. Chooses life over death. Chooses existence over nothing.” “But is it happy? Is it content? Is enduring suffering worth continuing existence?”

“How do you know about that?” Chuckling, I whirled the chair around, facing her direction, “Baby girl, have you stop to think about why everything is so intense since you stepped out of your town?” “No— maybe, a few times I guess,” “Well, evil can't pass through a sanctuary' gate,” “A sanctuary?” “Yes, Evil can not intrude, they have to be invited in,” “Hold on... So the tree?” “Is a plant from the heavens, it's enchanted with powers that form a shield over your hometown,”

"Someday, I will be ready to pay you back for what you did for me and my kids. In my family, giving is like forgiveness. It was created to be shared and not selfishly stored. There are some people who will be placed in your position and still do otherwise." "It is just a car," Blackwheel said, trying to prevent himself from smiling. "Anyone could have helped you if they had seen your kids inside your car." "I doubt!" Matthew said with confidence. "Human nature has grown from bad to worse. People are only interested in what you can give them and not what they can give you. I would love to thank God for placing you in that position yesterday but I don't believe in him. So, I am at the middle o

“But that is just me talking.” “Teach me.” “Teach you what?” “Teach me to be strong like you.” Uncle Al laughed. “Very funny, kid. I can’t teach you.” “Why not?” “I tend to do things a little different. That’s why most of the council members don’t like me.” He handed me the glass of milk. “Let’s say there is a diseased tree. Would you rather destroy the roots and its branches until there is nothing left or the roots alone?”