Small History by Eva Petropoulou Lianou

The gold tree So like so many I have a magical hidden garden. Made by royals and roses climbing. When I return home I don't think much, except that I love to cultivate this magical garden with grace. One day I suddenly found some seeds in golden color, I sowed them and day by day I watered and talked to them sweetly and kindly. Deaths were collected in that trail from a tree, which began to show the soil from the ground. He emerged as a child seeing the world for the first time and began to grow up. The Golden Tree shrieked and its roots went deep into the soil and discovered a secret underground river, drinking water and took another boi. He pulled out twigs and green his leaves that shone even brighter in the sun. you set him in shape and they gave him plenty of wishes and he became even taller. Most people said that it was magical and replied that the seeds were hidden in the desert, since it was the sea and dolphins were swimming there. But the Golden Tree, despite their young age, wisely replied: - But life is beautiful even if it has troubles- But nature is beautiful and even if it has hurricanes, I listened to you every day to talk to me with love and respect for my slender body. - I have strong and strong branches that are ready to hold, support and return for my faithful friends for protection but also for shade when Sun burns out loud for hours midday. I turned and looked at the Gold Tree in my magical garden, hidden from view by the tarnishes, and I felt peace and security for the people. I was filled with optimism and hope. because everyone will surely have reaped the fruits of what I have gathered and then shared in the celebration of Spring. They all then ran to their secret gardens and planted the fruits one by one in their soil in the depths of their souls. Slowly when we all unite and forgive our mistakes and throw away our egos, then the golden trees that are in everyone's secret garden- we will be able to embrace them. After dreaming of happiness and peace, then in the Golden Tree of all we will bear fruit, for this year or next year. These fruits will be enough to satisfy not only the inhabitants of this city, but also the inhabitants of the whole Universe.