The little blossom tree

Hey guys, I found a story I wrote ages ago I thought you might enjoy, dont forget to comment! :)

Once upon a time in a beautiful botanic garden, there lived a humble blossom tree. His job was to feed the birds, they never visited him, but they flew to the garden only in summer to collect the fruit. ‘Toby the fruit tree, they called him, would grow. He was happy to be part of such an honourable job, but he was so lonely. The Flowers below would always snap angrily at Toby when he would accidently drop all his leaves on top of them in autumn. In winter, the flowers even refused to look at him. “What kind of a tree has no leaves?” Spat the flowers, “He’s so ugly, I’m glad we don’t drop our petals and sit bare all winter, ugh! The thought of such a thing!”  They made Toby feel sad, lonely and unwanted.

In Spring Toby grew beautiful blossoms and the flowers treated him nicer than usual. Though the flowers agreed it was alright to look at him, they did not compliment him in any way. Toby was glad he fitted in more in the springtime, but still he had no friends to show his blossoms to.

In summer Toby’s blossoms developed into fruit and all the birds flocked in once again to collect their portion, as they did every year.  This time when the birds came, Toby was crying. No one seemed to care why the strange blossom tree was crying, not even the birds. “What is that awful sound?” They would say, as they continued to pick the fruit.

Except one little sparrow was not as nonchalant as the others, he perched himself on one of Toby’s branches and asked “Fruit tree! Why are you crying?”

Toby was quite surprised why a sparrow cared about why he was crying, he sniffed “No one ever talks to me, I have no friends, the sparrows and the other birds don’t even know I’m a blossom tree. 

“You’re a blossom tree?!” Exclaimed the sparrow, curiously and wide-eyed.

“Yes, I’m not a fruit tree like they say, they just assumed I was without asking. Just once I wish everyone could see my beautiful blossoms in spring.” Said Toby.

“And your name is…?” Asked the Sparrow.

Toby stopped for a second, no one had ever asked for his name, he was so happy he almost forgot to answer the little bird. “My name is Toby, what’s yours?”

“My name’ said the sparrow ‘ Is Timothy, my mission is to find you some new friends. I promise you, Toby, we will come back in the spring to visit you.” At that, Timothy flew off, the others birds following behind.

Timothy was very caring of the blossom tree, so each month he would fly back to the garden to say hello to Toby, he did not care about him dropping his leaves and sitting bare in winter, Timothy was so appreciative and kind hearted that he didn’t mind.

That spring he kept his promise and brought all the birds back to the garden to look at Toby’s beautiful blossoms.  

“My oh my! How gorgeous! These blossoms are beautiful!” Said one of the birds who had never looked once at Toby until now. “The perfect assemble for my nest! Do you mind if I take one or two little blossom tree?”

So happy he was being called a blossom tree, he allowed all the birds to take a blossom or two each. He thought some birds were taking more than one or two but he didn’t mind too much, But when the birds left there was not a single blossom in sight. Toby asked Timothy why he didn’t take one.

“Why should I take anything away from you? You have already given me so much, which is why I’ll be searching for my food in the bushed, vines and the shrubs for summer, so as to let you keep your fruit.

Toby was so grateful. But the other birds weren’t so kind, they took advantage of the fact they knew a tree whom they could take food from without asking.

The birds rested for all of the end of spring and summer until they knew it was the time Toby bore fruit.   They flocked into the garden. But wait, they stopped, ‘Where is the fruit?’ They all thought. Toby knew.

The birds had taken all his blossoms, so how were they expecting him to bare fruit? Toby laughed “You are not surely not my friends, although Timothy is.” Timothy flew down from the skies carrying berries and all kind of fruit. The birds sat on Toby’s branches speechless.

They watched as timothy sat under the cool shade of the blossom tree, laughing and feasting beside his new true friend.

The End