A Little Fairytale " The Purple Glass Apple "

Once upon a time there was a little girl. Not like all others girls. She believed the world could be saved. She did all housework and planted a little tree in the garden to stay beside her to remember that days and years are new.
She was a little wise little girl. The years went on in playgrounds and in the street. But each evening she went to the little tree. She gave it water and watched it grow.
After many years the little tree was grown into a big tree. The branches and the leaves was beautiful and gave her rest from the sun.
She loved her tree.
One day an apple grown on the tree. And in all magic it was an apple of glass. Purple and very beautiful.
" Remember me always " Saied the tree.
She got a bit scared as new and surprising things often are. But talked back to the tree.
" How are you ? " Saied the little tree.
" I am you're best friend to show you that life has meaning and transform itself during the years. "
The little girl was thankfull over the tree. She picked down the glass apple and could see her siluette in the apple.
She had grown to a beautiful young woman. But she never forgot her childhood.
Beside the tree she grew into a woman. She got a husband and five children. The tree had grown into a large magical tree.
One day she was depressed about life she went to the tree :
" What shall i do to come out of a depression. "
The tree answered : " Come to me everyday. "
And so the young woman did. The tree gave her talks about the spirit. That it is like a tree. You transform during life and grow up to be an adult.
" I love you " said the tree.
" I love you to. " Saied the woman and the tree gave her a gift. Five apples to give to her children.
She gave the apples to her children and they got very happy. The apples was made of gold.
The children understood that the tree was magical and they took a swing to hang down from the branches of the tree.
One day the tree said : " Are you depressed still ? "
No i am not. I realized that the fairytale was just in my imagination, and i see how beautiful i can think.
The tree said : " There is magic in life in you're mind. And use it everyday to give people hope. "
The tree gave her a hug with the branches and the woman cried. She knew she was saved by the fairytale in imagination and that is something doctors and nurses don't understand. She started to be all herself again... knowing that the glass apple is real.

This was my first fairytale in the blogg. I write better in Norwegian, but the meaning is that it is found imagination in us that are unlimited and wanting to get out into the world. I have a purple glass apple. And know that i am not schizophrenic but an artistic mind. I hope you find spirit to find the diamonds within you and maybe start to write. There is so many beautiful people in their minds in the world. And we can't destroy them but make their resources to come out into the sun. In the autumn this year i will plant a tree for myself to remember that life grows in you and are not standing still.
Have a happy magical time to all the readers.