It was sunrise, and the sun shimmered and glowed on the horizon.
In a garden in the city of Caves, there was a tree. He stared off into the sunset and shook his leaves. In the lot which housed this garden along with a house, he was nothing special; for he was only one of seven trees owned by the Florence family.
An apple tree. An apple tree surrounded by grass. Disgruntled and irritated with himself, he shook himself more violently, making a couple of leaves fall to the ground.
Oh, how he wished he could move! Then he would travel the world and see its sights! However, he was only stuck with these roots which do nothing but dig deeper and deeper into the ground.
He sighed and resumed in his sulking. In a couple of minutes, two children came out of the house and settled by the side of his trunk. They flashed two books and began reading them. The tree, who was still miserable over the lack of meaning in his life, hadn't noticed the two children until one of them spoke up.
"I can tell this tree is sad. Its leaves have been falling more and more by the month." At this, the tree felt hurt but he couldn't deny what was staring him in the branches. His gloominess is beginning to affect his entire life! If he doesn't stop feeling bad for himself, he will never bear fruit! And even if he does bear fruits, they would be sour and mushy.
But he couldn't help himself. He didn't feel satisfied about his life and so, it was unavoidable that he would be sad.
When the children had gone inside the house again, he contemplated. What would make his life more satisfying? He reasoned with himself. Time for the first experiment.