The elder trees watched as the young seeds began to grow,
Seeing each of them grow into something different,
Something unique.
One had a prickly touch to it, and was forever green,
Another had had beautiful leaves that changed color in the season of fall.
And the final one had drooping branches,
Creating a dome around its trunk.
The elder tree then asked these young trees the same question.
"What do you want to become?"
The first tree answered,
"I want to become strong and wise."
The second's reply,
"I want to be the most beautiful tree of them all."
The elder asked the final tree,
"And you?"
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