- What’s wrong with you ? Why don’t you listen the Tree like everyone else ? Watch here - You take the paper, you read it, and you do it. It’s not that hard.
- But, Mrs. Sullivan, those things bore me… why do I have to learn them ?
- These laws have governed us for ages, they’ve stood the test of time. Your parents followed them, just as your grandparents did, this how you succeed, it’s the same for everybody. Except if you want to live in the street or like an animal. You organize them neatly, you learn them carefully, and you practice them rigorously.
- But, who’s to say that other trees don’t exist? With other laws?
- Other trees ? Other laws ? Do you realize what you are saying? Respect the TREE. Look at the strength of its trunk, much stronger than your head. This tree is the foundation of our society, protecting us from chaos and no one could hack it down. WHO are YOU to call into question our values ?
- I’m a seed.
- Qu’est ce qui tourne pas rond avec toi ? Pourquoi tu n’écoutes pas l’Arbre comme les autres ? Regarde bien, tu prends le papier et tu lis, tu appliques. C’est pas si compliqué.
- Mais, maîtresse, ces trucs m’ennuient… pourquoi apprendre tout ça ?
- Ces lois nous régissent depuis des siècles, elle ont fait leur preuve. Tes grands-parents tout comme tes parents les ont suivis, c’est comme ça que tu vas réussir, comme tout le monde. A moins que tu veuilles vivre dans la rue ou comme un animal. Tu ramasses soigneusement, tu lis doucement et tu appliques rigoureusement.
- Mais qui vous dit qu’il n’existe pas d’autres Arbres, avec d’autres lois ?
- D’autres arbres ? D’autres loi ? Te rend tu comptes de ce que tu viens de dire ? Respecte donc l’Arbre. Vois comme ce tronc est dur, bien plus dure que ta tête. Cet Arbre est le fondement de notre société, il nous protège du chaos et personne ne pourra l’abattre. QUI es tu TOI, pour remettre question nos valeurs ?
- Je suis une graine.
-The weeping willow-
In the beginning there was Adam and Eve and weeping willow tree. The tree was only small and feeble, but with time it grew stronger, its branches thicker but instead of green leafs, it grew notes. And on these notes, two names were written; Adam and Eve.
Adam and Eve wondered about the curious tree that couldn’t grow leafs. However, neither of them considered it of much importance.
The following year, Adam and Eve built themselves a small hut near the arm of a river at the foot of a hill on which the willow tree grew. As time passed, Eve gave birth to sixteen children, and sixteen new notes appeared on the tree’s branches; Each bearing one of the children’s names.
As these children grew older and had children of their own, they started to move away farther and farther from their home, spreading across the untouched land that lay before them. In the end, only Adam and Eve remained where they had always been since the beginning; Next to the willow tree.
One afternoon, the sun was burning down on the earth, Eve sought coolness in the shade of the weeping willow. The tree’s shade was big and dense for its branches were full of notes. She sat down beneath it, leaned against the dry bark of the trunk and closed her eyes. She opened them again when something light brushed her face. In her lap lay a note that had fallen from the tree. Written on the piece of paper was the name of her youngest son and she wept and wept and wept.