This is one of the best books anyone has ever given us to read with our children. I just love the simplicity of the story, but also its profound focus on Jesus as treasure to be found:
Once upon a mountain top, three little trees stood and dreamed of
what they wanted to become when they grew up. The first little tree looked up
at the stars twinkling like diamonds above him.
"I want to hold treasure,” he said.
“I want to be covered with gold and filled with precious stones. I will
be the most beautiful treasure chest in the world!" The second little tree
looked out at the small stream trickling by on its way to the ocean. "I
want to be a strong sailing ship,” he said. “I want to travel mighty waters and
carry powerful kings. I will be the strongest ship in the world!
The third little tree looked down into the valley below where busy
men and women worked in a busy town. “I don't want to leave this mountaintop at
all,” she said. “I want to grow so tall
that when people stop to look at me they will raise their eyes to heaven and
think of God. I will be the tallest tree in the world!”
Years, passed. The rains came, the sun shone and the little trees grew tall. One day three wood cutters climbed the mountain. The first wood cutter looked at the first tree and said, "This tree is beautiful. It is perfect for me." With a swoop of his shining axe, the first tree fell. "Now I shall be made into a beautiful chest, I shall hold wonderful treasure!" the first tree thought.
The second wood cutter looked at the second tree and said, "This tree is strong. It's perfect for me." With a swoop of his shining axe, the second tree fell. "Now I shall sail mighty waters!" thought the second tree. “I shall be a strong ship fit for mighty kings!"
The third tree felt her heart sink when the last wood cutter looked her way. She stood straight and tall and pointed bravely to heaven. But the wood cutter never even looked up. "Any kind of tree will do for me." He muttered. With a swoop of his shining axe, the third tree fell.
The first tree rejoiced when the wood cutter brought him to a carpenter's shop, but the busy carpenter was not thinking about treasure chests. Instead his work worn hands fashioned the tree into a feed box for animals. The once beautiful tree was not covered with gold, or treasure. He was coated with saw dust and filled with hay for hungry farm animals. The second tree smiled when the wood cutter took her to a shipyard, but no mighty sailing ships were being made that day. Instead the once strong tree was hammered and awed into a simple fishing boat. He was too small and too weak to sail to an ocean, or even a river, instead she was taken to a little lake. Every day he brought in loads of dead, smelly fish. The third tree was confused when the wood cutter cut her into strong beams and left her in a lumberyard. "What happened?" The once tall tree wondered. "All I ever wanted was to stay on the mountain top and point to God."
Many, many days and nights passed. The three trees nearly forgot their dreams. But one night, golden starlight poured over the first tree as a young woman placed her newborn baby in the feed box. "I wish I could make a cradle for him." Her husband whispered. The mother squeezed his hand and smiled as the starlight shone on the smooth and sturdy wood. "This manger is beautiful." She said. And suddenly the first tree knew he was holding the greatest treasure in the world.
Years, passed. The rains came, the sun shone and the little trees grew tall. One day three wood cutters climbed the mountain. The first wood cutter looked at the first tree and said, "This tree is beautiful. It is perfect for me." With a swoop of his shining axe, the first tree fell. "Now I shall be made into a beautiful chest, I shall hold wonderful treasure!" the first tree thought.
The second wood cutter looked at the second tree and said, "This tree is strong. It's perfect for me." With a swoop of his shining axe, the second tree fell. "Now I shall sail mighty waters!" thought the second tree. “I shall be a strong ship fit for mighty kings!"
The third tree felt her heart sink when the last wood cutter looked her way. She stood straight and tall and pointed bravely to heaven. But the wood cutter never even looked up. "Any kind of tree will do for me." He muttered. With a swoop of his shining axe, the third tree fell.
The first tree rejoiced when the wood cutter brought him to a carpenter's shop, but the busy carpenter was not thinking about treasure chests. Instead his work worn hands fashioned the tree into a feed box for animals. The once beautiful tree was not covered with gold, or treasure. He was coated with saw dust and filled with hay for hungry farm animals. The second tree smiled when the wood cutter took her to a shipyard, but no mighty sailing ships were being made that day. Instead the once strong tree was hammered and awed into a simple fishing boat. He was too small and too weak to sail to an ocean, or even a river, instead she was taken to a little lake. Every day he brought in loads of dead, smelly fish. The third tree was confused when the wood cutter cut her into strong beams and left her in a lumberyard. "What happened?" The once tall tree wondered. "All I ever wanted was to stay on the mountain top and point to God."
Many, many days and nights passed. The three trees nearly forgot their dreams. But one night, golden starlight poured over the first tree as a young woman placed her newborn baby in the feed box. "I wish I could make a cradle for him." Her husband whispered. The mother squeezed his hand and smiled as the starlight shone on the smooth and sturdy wood. "This manger is beautiful." She said. And suddenly the first tree knew he was holding the greatest treasure in the world.
One evening a tired traveller and his friends crowded into the old fishing boat. The traveller fell asleep as the second tree quietly sailed out into the lake. Soon a thundering and a thrashing storm arose. The little tree shuddered. He new he did not have the strength to carry so many passengers safely through the wind and the rain. The tired man awoke. He stood up, stretched out his hand, and said, "Peace." The storm stopped as quickly as it had begun. And suddenly the second tree knew he was carrying the king of heaven and earth.
One Friday morning, the third tree was startled when her beams were yanked from the forgotten wood pile. She flinched as she was carried through an angry jeering crowd. She shuddered when soldiers nailed a man's hand to her. She felt ugly and harsh and cruel.
But on Sunday morning, when the sun rose and the earth trembled
with joy beneath her, the third tree knew that God's love had changed
everything. It had made the first tree beautiful. It had made the second tree strong. And every
time people thought of the third tree, they would think of God. That was better
than being the tallest tree in the world.