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Spiritism for Kids - Célia Xavier Camargo - Portuguese  Spanish
Year 6 - N° 259 - May 6, 2012

  Translation
Johnny Silveira - silveirajohnny@yahoo.com

 

The Proud Tree

 

Breaking the land that harboured the seed, the seedling was born strong and healthy.

The other trees in the orchard, her sisters, were immediately enchanted by the new shoot, and kindly did everything they could to make her life more comfortable.

The small plant, however, soon proved to be selfish and proud, treating all with arrogance and contempt, conscious of her beauty.

Indeed, the little plant grew strong and beautiful. She was a beautiful fruit tree and as she  developed she became more and more conceited and unpleasant.

   

She would say to the other trees:

- Look at these beautiful leaves! What tone and lustre! Nobody has acolourful guise like mine.

Soon, she had grown so much that she surpassed her companions in height. She was a huge mango tree, and looking down at the other below, she would speak with contempt:

- Look how much I've grown! I have a broad and strong trunk and soon I shall reach the sky.

When the wind blew with violence, she laughed at the despair of the other trees trying resist the strong gusts that threatened to break their

branches, and would say, convinced:

- Only I am able to withstand the winds and storms for I am not weak like you!

On one occasion, when the river, unable to withstand the volume of water caused by heavy rains in the region, overflowed and flooded the orchard, the mango tree belittled the other smaller trees, which fought valiantly to avoid being washed away, saying that only she was firmly rooted and secure.

And the trees, humiliated, lowered their heads, without saying anything.

When the farmer came to spread pesticide in the orchard, she steadfastly refused, saying firmly:

- I do not need protection.  I  am  strong  and

sturdy. Nothing can kill me. Moreover, the poison chokes me and leaves me all dirty!

But one day that beautiful mango tree that believed herself invincible, able to withstand the winds and storms, floods and inundations, proud of her size and beauty, felt herself getting weak.

She no longer had courage or spirit. Soon, her leaves were getting ugly and falling off. Her trunk lost its firmness and her branches got brittle. She no longer produced loads of those beautiful, sweet and soft fruit.

When the farmer, realizing that the mango tree was sick, examined her, it was too late. The beautiful and proud mango tree was doomed. She had been attacked by small and insignificant worms that gnawed her powerful

trunk.  

 

                      Aunt Celia



(Illustrations de Kátia R. Roosen- Rünge)



 



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