Every once in a while you hear about a children's book that really captivates audiences. Shel Silverstein's 1964 picture book "The Giving Tree" is definitely one of those books not just because it's well-written but because it engages readers with the environment. It is the story about a boy who grows up near a tree that provides him with different blessings throughout his long life. At various stages in the boy's life the tree provides him with apples to eat, branches to swing on, a trunk to climb, etc. Much has been written about possible interpretations of the story. Some say it's religious, others about friendship or family. I believe it shows the lifetime worth of good fortune one can receive when we work with nature instead of against it. So I guess that makes me some sort of environmentalist? In any case read it and see for yourself. Perfect for anyone 3-99. Here is a sample from the end of the book. (Spoiler alert)
"And after a long time the boy came back again."
"I am sorry, Boy," said the tree, "but I have nothing to give you-
My apples are gone."
"My teeth are too weak for apples," said the boy.
"My branches are gone," said the tree.
"You cannot swing on them-"
"I am too old to swing on branches," said the boy.
"My trunk is gone," said the tree.
"You cannot climb-"
"I am too tired to climb," said the boy.
"I am sorry," sighed the tree.
"I wish that I could give you something... but I have nothing left. I am an old stump. I am sorry..."
"I don't need very much now," said the boy, "just a quiet place to sit and rest. I am very tired."
"Well," said the tree, straightening herself up as much as she could,
"well, an old stump is good for sitting and resting. Come, Boy, sit down. Sit down and rest."
And the boy did.
And the tree was happy.
"And after a long time the boy came back again."
"I am sorry, Boy," said the tree, "but I have nothing to give you-
My apples are gone."
"My teeth are too weak for apples," said the boy.
"My branches are gone," said the tree.
"You cannot swing on them-"
"I am too old to swing on branches," said the boy.
"My trunk is gone," said the tree.
"You cannot climb-"
"I am too tired to climb," said the boy.
"I am sorry," sighed the tree.
"I wish that I could give you something... but I have nothing left. I am an old stump. I am sorry..."
"I don't need very much now," said the boy, "just a quiet place to sit and rest. I am very tired."
"Well," said the tree, straightening herself up as much as she could,
"well, an old stump is good for sitting and resting. Come, Boy, sit down. Sit down and rest."
And the boy did.
And the tree was happy.
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