The gardener and the forest

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Submitted: August 26, 2009

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The gardener and the forest

It is said that the Amazon is so vast and dense that there are some areas where no modern man has ever set foot on. There is no telling what type of dangers and deadly traps awaits an unprepared soul who happens to get lost there. Among the dangers one can encounter is quicksand (With quicksand, the more you struggle in it the faster you will sink. If you just relax, your body will float in it because your body is less dense than the quicksand). But also, there is no telling what type of rare and undiscovered plant and animal life you may find there. Venturing into these unknown regions can be extremely rewarding but it can also be deadly.
Venture into these unknown regions of the Amazon is exactly what this gardener did. Without the proper equipment, preparation and knowledge of the area, he found himself in the middle of an unexplored region. He was amazed by the scenes before him of beautiful vegetation, different types of animals and insects. But being the gardener he was, he was specially captivated by the amazing vegetation all around him. He had totally lost track of time and did not even realize that he was lost. And then, right before him, there it was, a natural garden right by a water fall and at the center of the garden, the most amazing plant ever to exist. Only in his dreams he had seen such a plant when he was only a child. That plant had a flower and it was the most unusual flower ever contemplated by him. It was so unusual and beautiful that it was impossible to describe, the words to describe it simply do not exist. So beautiful and rare that flower was that he was unable to direct his attention to the rest of the garden. He had simply found what he had been looking for all his life. He then thought about carefully removing that rare plant from its present location to take it with him to his garden to care for it for ever. And then, before he even got close to it, he was stopped by a soft breeze and he heard it say that that plant with the flower, needed that unique environment in order for it to survive, and it seamed as if the plant’s presence in the middle of the garden was crucial for the well being of the entire garden. The soft breeze continued telling him that the only way that he could get close to the plant and care for it was to stay and never leave and the gardener responded: Nothing in this world would make me happier than staying here to care for this beautiful plant, but it’s not about me, I have a garden to attend back home and that’s why I cannot stay, and the soft breeze did not speak anymore.
So then he said to himself: Well, since I can not take the plant with me to my garden and it is impossible for me to stay, then I will just study it and treasure my findings for ever, but before he even attempted to get close to it, the soft breeze intervened once more and told him that disturbing it even to the smallest degree had the potential of bringing great devastation to the plant and to the garden. So, full of sadness and disappointment, he decided to carefully walk away.
As he was walking away from the plant with the flower, he found it very difficult to stop contemplating that flower but nevertheless, he kept walking away. Once he snapped out of it, he found himself in the middle of quicksand and it was already up to his neck. So he panicked and just when he had almost given up, at the bottom of the quicksand, a stone. But this was not a flat or round stone (he was not able to stand on it with his two feet), he was only able to stand on its tip with the tip of one of his toes. That toe standing on the stone was the only thing keeping him from certain death. So, with the quicksand almost covering his mouth and nose the only thing left for him to do was to quietly seek aid from the care taker of the forest. And quietly, I said, because even though he was in the middle of nowhere, he did not want anyone else to know that he was in distress. He knew that if someone else other than the care taker tried to intervene, there was great danger of both ending up in the same situation. The care taker of the forest would know exactly what to do to get him out unharmed. But the care taker was no where near to hear the gardener's plea for help.
After a while, just when his toe was about to break and hope was lost, something poked him on the right shoulder. At first he thought it was a reptile; a snake! He screamed: Now my chances of dying have greatly increased! Now I know I am doomed! He said. But that was no reptile. You see, with his right hand, he decided to feel his way around to find out what that was. Shortly after, he touched something and as he pulled it out, he realized that it was a root from a tree. At that very moment he knew that not all hope was gone, he still had a chance to drag himself out of the quicksand and head back home to his garden. He then held on to the root with his two hands but due to his eagerness to get out of that horrible pit, he pulled the root a bit too hard. It was then when he realized that that was no ordinary root. As he pulled on to the root with a bit too much force, he looked at the plant with the flower and noticed that it shook a bit. The plant had heard his plea for help and it stretched its strongest root toward him to get him out. Once he knew where the root was coming from, he began to gently pull himself out to safety.
He had never been so happy to be alive but was worried also. By pulling his way out of the quicksand aided by the root of the plant, he had disturbed it. The plant with the flower put its self and the garden in great danger by helping him, but there was absolutely nothing he could do, he wanted to undo the harm but it was too late. He gave the plant one last look, a look of gratitude and began his journey back home to his garden knowing that he would never forget the plant with the flower that lives in the middle of the garden, the garden by the water fall, the water fall in the forest.

The end?


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