The Tale of the Three Trees
Once upon a time under the golden sun And under the high blue, clear sky Three small, beautiful trees grew In the high mountains, near a lake.
One dreamed: “If only I could transform, When the peak reaches into the sky, Where are the stars, like diamonds in seven colors, Become a box of treasures for everyone in the world!
Covered with precious stones Sparkling with diamond lights, I want to keep the wealth of the whole world And to be the dream of the best jewelers!”
The second one looked attentively into the lake, Desire: “I wish I could become a ship!” it was burning, “I want to walk on the waters-oceans, Transport kings and nobles to distant lands!”
And the third looked down into the valley: “I will not leave this peak!” People live there - women, men, They are sad, there are reasons for this...
People don’t know about the Creator, about God, They live in sadness, in sorrow, in anxiety. I want to show everyone the way to heaven From all centuries and countries, and wherever anyone has been!”
Years passed, sometimes the winds rustled And the rain fell, and the sun warmed generously. The trees have become big and important And the wind tested their strength more than once.
And now the woodcutters stood before them. Three trees are in the power of man. “You will be a necessary and good thing!” “Probably a precious box?” —
The tree asked, saying goodbye to its roots. "Oh no!" - someone answered, smiling. “A feeding trough for livestock, a manger for the baby - Savior, Who is the most beautiful treasure of all!”
The second said, admiring: “This is power!” And instantly that tree was mowed down by a hand. “Now I must sail to the great waters, To the surprise of the world, of all peoples!”
"Oh no, you will be a fishing boat, And they won’t even paint you with paint! But the Holy feet will enter you! You will bring happiness and joy to many!”
And the third admired the sky, But what happened was not expected. Nobody admired the height... “Anything will suit me! It’s a simple matter!”
The heart broke, trembled, fell, I saw my two parts in fear! “This is where my road ends, And I wanted to point to God!”
Time flew by and dreams were forgotten But in the barn they began to fuss around, The feeder turned into a treasure, When the Star appeared in the sky.
When Child Mary swaddled She quietly laid straw in the manger, And angels flew to earth, And the shepherds hurried to the cave.
The second tree, which later became a boat, I was resting on the sandy shore. But then the traveler appeared with his friends, We decided to set sail. The traveler is tired...
I fell asleep, but the wind broke out with a storm, And in the storm the fishing boat tilted. "We'll die!" – the people in the boat screamed. "Quiet up!" – and the worries stopped...
And the second tree realized What rocked the Savior Himself, What the King of Kings commands the waves, And the storms in the heart suddenly subside.
It didn’t take long for the third tree to lie down... His fate was not easy. Its two parts in the middle were knocked down And they put it angrily on Someone.
Carried along a dusty street outside the city, I was waiting for the death of a robber and a thief. Then they hammered nails into the palms, And someone cried, and the earth groaned...
And the tree became the cross of Jesus, And the tree was so sad that day, But suddenly Sunday came - It made a big difference!
From then until now everyone looks at the sky, The rich man, the poor man and everyone, wherever he has been, And everyone who looks at the tree - He immediately thinks about the wonderful sky.
I too will go and look at the cross of Calvary, Although it is old and very discreet— He gives everyone forgiveness and salvation, Heavenly and eternal incorruptibility!