Four Seasons Of A Tree
There was a man who had four sons.
He wanted his sons to learn not to
things too quickly. So he sent them
on a quest, in turn, to go and look
pear tree that was a great distance
The first son went in the winter,
second in the spring, the third in
and the youngest in the fall.
When they had all gone and come
he called them together to describe
what they had seen.
The first son said the tree was
bent and twisted. The second son
said no-- it was covered with green
buds and full of promise.
The third son disagreed, he said it
was laden with blossoms and
smelled so sweet and looked so
beautiful, it was the most graceful
thing he had ever seen.
The last son disagreed with them
He said it was ripe and drooping
with fruit, full of life and
The man then explained to his sons
that they were all right, because
they had each seen one season in a
He told them that you cannot judge
a tree, or a person, by only one
season, and that the essence of who
they are --and the pleasure, joy
love that come from that life--
can only be measured at the end,
when all the seasons are up.
If you give up when it's winter,
miss the promise of your spring,
beauty of your summer, fulfillment
of your fall.
Don't let the pain of one season
destroy the joy of all the rest!
Author Unknown To Me
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Midi playing "In The Garden"
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