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There was once a gardener who had a large garden that was really wonderful. There lived thousands of animals of many different species, a great variety and colorful, which made that place a kind of paradise that everyone in his family enjoyed, it was a source of compliments from all who passed by and visited that place to admire such a beautiful creative work of God.
But only one thing in that garden displeased the gardener; it was that in the center of the garden there were the remains of an immense tree, that many years ago was the distraction of many; but now it looked dull and almost dry, subtracting admiration and color to the place, so much that it bothered him and that finally he took the decision to cut it and replace it with a water well.
Some time later a friend of the family was visiting the gardener in his garden, and at one point he said slyly in his ear: Friend, you are the most astute of the gardeners in these parts, everywhere in the locality one hears about the beauty of your garden and all the animals that roam it. But now that I come here, I have hardly been able to see anything else but that well and a few small birds.
The gardener, who never intended to deceive anyone, realized with horror and concern that what the visitor said was true. They had been admiring the well for so many months that they had not realized that there were only a few animals left. Without wasting another second, he sent for some garden experts from the community. The gardener had to listen to many falsehoods and inventions from many of them, even some suppositions, but no one could explain to him what had happened in his garden. Not even paying a great amount of money to the one who could give him the way to recover the splendor of his garden again.
Time went by and suddenly a young woman that nobody knew appeared and introduced herself to the gardener. She was sure that she could explain what had happened to his garden and how to recover the animals in his garden.
He began explaining: what happened with your garden is that you did not have enough droppings, sir, especially moth droppings. All the people present began to laugh after the supposed joke of the young woman, so much so that the gardener's family was about to expel her, immediately the gardener prevented them from throwing her out, and said I would like to hear the story, out of all the lies and inventions I have heard, none had caught my attention as much as the one of this young woman, which seems interesting to me.
The young woman continued explaining very seriously, how the large animals in that garden fed mainly on small birds of bright colors that owed their appearance to their food, composed of a variety of worms, in turn fed on various rare species of plants and flowers that could only grow in that place around that huge dry tree, He continued telling his story of how the moths were also the basis of the food of many other birds, whose droppings gave rise to new species of plants that fed other insects and animals, which in turn were vital for the existence of other species. He talked non-stop until the gardener became obfuscated and began to shout "enough, enough please, now can I ask you, how do you know all this history, if you are so young?
To which she answered firmly and sure of what she was saying, because all that garden is now in my house, before I was born, my father recovered that old tree that was pulled out of the center of the garden and planted it in our garden. Since then, in every spring, from that tree, lots of moths emerge. Over time these moths attracted birds, and new plants and trees began to emerge, which were eaten by other animals, which in turn were eaten by other animals, and now my father's old house is full of life, brightness and lots of color. It was all thanks to the moths in that big tree.
-And you young lady, I'll make you the richest girl in town for such a good answer, but I want you to make sure that everything will be ready in a few weeks. Just tell me how much manpower you need.
I'm sorry, sir, I don't think that will be possible," said the young lady. "If you like, I can try to recreate the garden again, but I wouldn't live to see it. Since it takes many, many years to recover The natural balance of your garden, maybe and perhaps, when I am an old lady I could be ready for those things, what you wish.
The old gardener's face became sad and very thoughtful, finally understanding how delicate is the nature's balance, and the mistake and imprudent he was to take out such a cheerful tree even though it was dry, but he loved so much his garden and those animals, that he decided to build a huge garden next to the land of the young woman. And with a few workers continuing to work on the site, he was able to see it finished in far less time than it would have taken to restore the natural balance of the garden elsewhere.
This story or tale leads us to the reflection that we can not change the balance of nature, divine creation of God as this can lead us to the ruin of our natural spaces, rather we must take care and give the necessary use to our gardens.
Thank you for your attention, greetings to all garden lovers, the photos are my property and the translator I use is Deepl. Blessings to all.