An old apple tree stood at the edge of the garden, its roots deep in the ground, as if trying to hold on to the past. Branches covered with cracks of time reached to the sky, like hands reaching out for help. Leaves whispered to each other, telling stories of the times when the garden was full of life and laughter. The apples hanging from the branches were no longer so juicy, but still kept the sweetness of summer.
Every morning the sun gently touched its bark, awakening it from sleep. Birds flew here to rest and share news. The wind whispered its secrets to her, and the rain washed her leaves, filling them with new strength. But even with all these signs of attention, she felt lonely. Her friends - the other trees - had long since left, leaving her alone among new buildings and paved roads.
But one day, when it seemed that hope had finally left her, a girl came. She sat under the tree, hugged its trunk and began to tell her story. The apple tree listened attentively, absorbing every word like a breath of fresh air. The girl returned the next day, and the next, and so it went on every week. Little by little, the tree began to feel needed again. It began to share its stories, remembering the times when its branches were young and strong, and its apples were the most delicious in the area.
So they became friends. The girl came every day, and the apple tree gave her its fruits and the warmth of its memories. Together they lived through autumn, winter and spring, greeting summer with new strength and hope. The old apple tree understood that even in old age you can find joy and meaning in life if there is someone nearby who needs you.
