ANJING

Long, long ago, before my time or even my mothers time, the lands were flat and the mountains were but little pebbles on the ground.

And things would have looked very flat and bland except for a great tree in the middle that stood towering above all of us and everything around it. It was bigger and taller than anything we’ve ever known then and now.

But that was not what was so special about this tree. For every night its fruits would let out a bright glowing light. And up there in the branches of the great tree, there were thousands upon thousands of fruits all letting out their own bright light.

And it was such a magical sight to see every night for those that lived under the tree.