*The Tree That Was Seen*
Once upon a time, on a planet far away, there lived a little tree. But this was no ordinary tree, no, this little tree could speak. She could speak to the Sun, oh what bright conversations they would have! Every morning he would greet her with a loud, boisterous HELLO!!! and then the two would talk for hours.
They talked about the brightness of his light, his magnificent rays, the perfect symmetrical shape of his body, and how healthy he made her leaves. But before long, the Sun would go to sleep, and a smaller, dimmer, shy little moon would appear in the sky.
He watched over the tree every night, but had never, not even once, said hi. The little tree, being a lover of the day, would fall to sleep, and wait for sunrise. And so it was every day and night, the Sun would shine, the Moon would pass by.
Days, turned to years, and the tree grew strong in the Sun. The Sun, would gloat about what he accomplished. "Look, dear Tree, and see what I've made you! I've made you stronger, I've made you better, and see how beautiful you are with me."
"Yes, I see." said the fair, little tree. For she knew all the things the Sun said were true. Yet, still she wondered. "Sun," she whispered, "Do you think, there's anything special about me?"
"Special? About you? Why certainly!" The sun boasted. "In your leaves I can see a perfect reflection of me!" Silently, the little tree closed her eyes and cried. But the Sun couldn't see beneath her shining leaves. He chatted on while the tree only listened, till finally it was time and the Sun said goodnight.
The little tree shuddered alone in the wind. No one can see me, she thought with tears in her eyes, and started to retreat deep, deep inside…
"Why do you cry?" A sweet voice called in the dark. The little tree opened her eyes to a cool, dim light. When she looked up to see who had spoken, she saw the shy Moon, eyes wide open.
"You, can see me? But how?" The little tree questioned, and began to look around. The world looked so different in the pale light. And the little tree saw a new world for the first time, as all sorts of creatures came out and bustled about their lives.
"It is true, my light is not the brightest. But I shine enough to see your leaves, and the beauty you hide behind it." The little tree, amazed someone could see her, stayed awake all night, with a smile big, and dimly bright.
In the morning when the Sun arrived singing his usual tune, the tree fell asleep. And the Moon whispered "See you soon."