The Giving tree

The speaker expresses the significance of a book called "The Giving Tree" by Shel Silverstein, which was read by their grandfather. They believe that the book teaches an important moral lesson and praises the skill of the author. The speaker is intoxicated and apologizes for their behavior. They briefly summarize the story of the book, where a tree provides for a boy throughout his life until it becomes an old stump. Despite having nothing left to give, the boy asks for a place to sit and the tree provides it, making both of them happy. The speaker expresses their emotional connection to the book and hopes the listener enjoyed it. So this book has a lot of, I guess, significance to me. My grandfather read this a lot. I want to say he read this this one book rather than kind of any other book because I think that he knew that it conveyed a very immoral, that was very important for me to learn and I think it really was a very good way of instilling that moral into people and I think the author who wrote this was a very very good writer and I hope you agree and I hope I can do it at least a little bit of justice. I'm so sorry, something has fallen over and I'm so sorry. Can you tell I'm a little more intoxicated than the last two? I took a break to take a few more shots so hopefully I'll be a lot more interesting this time. This book is called The Giving Tree by Shel Silverstein. Originally published in 1964, once there was a tree and she loved a little boy and every day the boy would come and he would gather her leaves and make them into a crown and he would play king of the forest. He would climb up her trunk and swing from her branches and eat apples and they would go play hide-and-seek and when he was tired he would sleep in her shade and the boy loved the tree very much and the tree was happy. But time went by and the boy grew older and the tree was often alone. Then one day the boy came to the tree and the tree said, come boy, come and climb on my trunk and swing from my branches and eat apples and play in the shade and be happy. I am too big to climb and play, said the boy. I want to buy things and have fun. I want some money. Can you give me some money? I'm sorry, said the tree, but I have no money. But I have only leaves and apples. Take my apples, boy, and sell them in the city. Then you will have money and you will be happy. And so the boy climbed the tree and gathered her apples and carried them away and the tree was happy. And the boy stood away for a long, long time and the tree was sad. And then one day the boy came back and the tree shook with joy and said, come boy, climb up my trunk and sing my branches and be happy. I am too busy to climb trees, said the boy. I want a house to keep warm, he said. I want a wife. I want children. And so I need a house. Can you give me a house? I have no house, said the tree. The forest is my house. But cut up my branches and build a house. Then you will be happy. And so the boy cut off the branches and carried them away to build his house. And the tree was happy. But the boy stayed away for a long time and when he came back the tree was so happy she could barely speak. Come boy, she whispered, come and play. I am too old and too sad to play, said the boy. I want a boat that will take me far away from here. Can you give me a boat? Cut down my trunk and make a boat, said the tree. Then you can sail away and be happy. And so the boy cut down the trunk and made a boat and sailed away. And the tree was happy. But not really. And after a long time the boy came back. I am so sorry, boy, said the tree. But I have nothing left to give. My apples are gone. My teeth are too weak for apples, said the boy. My branches are gone, said the tree. You cannot swing from them. I am too old to swing on your branches, said the boy. My trunk is gone, said the tree. You cannot climb. I am too tired to climb, said the boy. I am so sorry, said the tree. I wish that I could give you something. But I have nothing left. I am just an old stump. I am sorry. I do not need very much now, said the boy. Just a quiet place to sit. I am very tired. Well, said the tree, straightening herself up as much as she could. Well, an old stump is a very good sitting and resting. Come, boy, sit down. Sit down to rest. And the boy did. And the tree was happy. The end. And that was The Giving Tree by Shel Silverstein. That book almost makes me emotional. It almost makes me want to cry. Now I'm rhyming. But I hope you enjoyed it. I really hope you enjoyed it.