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Originally there were only two trees. One tree was tall and wore a coat of thousands of tiny green needles all year long. It was called coniferous. The other tree was short and bare, with long branches that twisted and turned as it reached for the sky. It was called deciduous. They were always together, and valued each others company immensely. But the deciduous tree coveted the coniferous' green needles. If only it could be as beautiful as the coniferous it thought, but then again, why couldn't it?
The deciduous remembered a story the coniferous had told it once. The coniferous had told it about how water was clear and had no color of its own. Just like water borrowed the shape of whatever it was in, it also borrowed the color of the clouds and sky. That is why it was blue, the coniferous had said, and that is why it changes color every now and then for it has no color of its own. Why couldn't it borrow the coniferous' needles and color? The coniferous was unaware of the deciduous' feelings towards it and itself. The coniferous liked the deciduous as it was and thought the deciduous to be as beautiful as a thousand green needles.
It is unfortunate that neither knew about each others true unabashed feelings for one another for the deciduous had begun to try and borrow the coniferous' color and needles. Years passed without one or the other speaking to each other as the coniferous could tell that the deciduous was deep in thought. Then one morning the coniferous noticed a blue sprout opening up on the deciduous.
What is that it asked.
It is my needle. Replied the deciduous.
Is it now? Questioned the coniferous.
It is. Answered the deciduous.
A month passed and the deciduous was covered in blue and pink and purple flowers and quite proud of itself spoke out of its accomplishment of becoming like the coniferous.
Look at me now coniferous. I am as beautiful as you are, as I have needles like you and they last all year long. Am I not beautiful coniferous?
Indeed you are beautiful, and a deal more than I could ever be. But my dear deciduous, you are not like me as you do not have needles, but are covered in many colorful flowers.
Shocked that it had not grown elegant green needles and ashamed at its brazenness it shook off all its flowers, that like the coniferous had said were unlike anything that it had ever seen. They blew away in the wind and spread across the planet, and wherever they landed a flower grew just as wondrous as the ones that the deciduous had grown.
Oh my, why have you gone and dropped all your flowers my dear deciduous? Asked the coniferous.
Because they were not beautiful and green like your needles are and would not last all year long. I do not want to be covered in frail flowers that will only die come the cold. Answered the deciduous.
Very well replied the coniferous.
And so another month passed in silence between the two trees. Then one day the coniferous notices a green leaf poking out of one of the deciduous' branches. A week later the deciduous was covered in green leaves that glistened in the wind which made a sound unlike anything the coniferous had ever heard.
My dear deciduous how lovely you are. Exclaimed the coniferous.
Am I so? As lovely as you are, with my green needles that make music in the wind all year long as you do coniferous.
More lovely than every needle on me my dear deciduous, but you are not like me, you are covered in leaves not needles as you are deciduous and I coniferous.
If I do not have needles, but leaves, how can I be lovely as you so declare coniferous? asked the deciduous.
Because you are deciduous my dear, that you are lovely, you were lovely bare all those years before, you were lovely with flowers of many colors gracing your branches, and you are lovely now with you leaves that blow so gently in the wind. I am coniferous, and you deciduous.
The deciduous became ashamed of itself, as it knew now that it had tried to be something it was not. Torn with grief that it had not realized this sooner and had spent all those days trying to be a coniferous when together they made deciduous and coniferous forever together it cried away all its leaves and died as it was exhausted in its attempts. Its leaves blew all over the world and wherever they landed a tree, just as lovely as the deciduous, grew. The coniferous alone without its dear deciduous could not bear losing the deciduous and cried away all its needles that blew around the world and wherever they landed grew a tree as elegant and forever green as the coniferous had been
This my friend is the story of a love pure. And now all deciduous trees grow flowers, then leaves every spring and drop them every fall to symbolize the love that the deciduous had for the coniferous. This is why all coniferous grow and drop pinecones, to symbolize the love that the coniferous had for the deciduous. What's more, from their roots grew the most magificent tree ever, the tree of life, that gave birth to all other living things on this planet. But that my friend is another story. Cheers.
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