Happy the Tree (A Short Story About Hope)

Happy the Tree

Happy The Tree

Once there was a tree named “Happy”.

It was on top of the hill while the sun was rising high.

It wasn’t planted by a farmer, a kid, or anyone else.

It was just there one day after a devastating storm.

A devastating storm that destroyed the crops of the villagers.

A devastating storm that killed the livestock of the villagers.

A devastating storm that killed the loved ones of the villagers.

Everyone just saw it out of nowhere.

“Amazing,” the villagers said.

It was a gift to them, a symbol of hope.

It was a symbol of happiness after a depressing storm.

One day the landlord saw the tree and decided to cut it down.

A new house was built out of nowhere.

“Curses,” the villagers said.

It was a loss to them, a symbol of fear.

It was a symbol of greediness after a depressing storm.

One day another devastating storm arrived.

“Run! Run!” The villagers panicked.

“To the cottages!” “Bring the livestock to safety!” “Our crops!”

But it was hopeless. It was another devastating storm.

A devastating storm that destroyed the crops of the villagers.

A devastating storm that killed the livestock of the villagers.

A devastating storm that killed the loved ones of the villagers.

A devastating storm that destroyed the new house.

A devastating storm that killed the landlord.

The villagers woke up crying, weeping in despair.

“Our Crops”Our Livestock”Our Loved Ones”

Until they saw the tree on top of the hill.

It was on top of the hill while the sun was rising high.

It was a symbol of happiness after a depressing storm.

It was a symbol of justice.

“Happy is back.” the villagers said happily.

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