I LIKE TREES

HAPPINESS One day in the woods of my village, I sat next to an old beech. I got tired of walking from one place to another in search of "miculas" and finding no one. Suddenly a deep voice began to narrate a legend; it was the old beech, she could speak, she could feel, could mourn, laugh, smell, suffer...
"They say that a long time ago people did not get well between them. They were despots, petty, tax, haughty. They didn’t get in touch and when they did it was to quarrel. Arrogance and pride were the hallmarks of beings inhabiting the earth. The God who cared for the land was very angry because there wasn’t humility and tolerance in any corner of the planet. He decided to impose a punishment to all mankind: he would hide happiness and it would be never found, but the question was where to hide it so that man will never find it “
The mountain god suggested him to hide it in the highest mountain, but the man came and found it. Then the sea goddess suggested him to hide in the deepest trench of the sea, but the man came and found it. They did not know where to hide it so that man couldn’t reach the long-awaited and desired happiness. Then the god of the trees said:
─ I know the only place where men will never seek happiness ─
─ Where? ─They all asked.
─ In the very heart of every person, it will be safe there. That is why happiness travels within ourselves, not to be sought out. Some have found it, others have not.
And so that happened , just as I was told I tried to tell you. Tell it everywhere no to be forgotten.”
I invite you to participate in the contest A TREE A LEGEND. Do you know what to do? Send an original, unpublished story that recreates a legend about a magical tree. Encouragement and congratulations to who ever came to a tree and it whispered you a story.
AUNT JEANNE.