The tree grew in the midst of the Old Forest.
A lot of people went for a walk in this forest. But mostly they did not notice the tree. It stood a little off the road. There it had its place where it had grown naturally.
The tree was still young, but already very strong. Its roots were deeply anchored in Mother Earth. It had strong branches and many twigs where birds liked to nest. The birds were its friends. They felt well there because of the tranquillity and the strength of the tree. Its leaves became dark-red in autumn and were wonderfully veined.
The tree had a dream. It wanted to know its name.
During one long dark and cold winter it dreamt of having a name and being called by it. That would produce a very special magic and it would find its destiny.
One beautiful evening the air was clear and pure. It was summer and the air was comfortable warm and starlit. Even here – at the remote place in the Old Forest where the young tree grew – penetrated the starlight and the warmth of summer.
Suddenly a crack in the underbrush could be heard. The sleeping birds woke up and took wing in fright.
But there was no reason to be worried. It was me who stood in front of the tree all of a sudden and looked at it in admiration.
The tree felt great joy and looked at me. It started to enter into communication with me by its own way.
"Have you come to give me a name?"
"I will give you YOUR name, not any name", I replied.
"Oh, yes, I am already very anxious for I have been waiting for you a long time."
"I have followed the call of my heart and thus I have found you here. Your name is LOVE", I said.
"Love…", answered the tree and let this word took effect on its senses for a while.
"Yes, that is MY name – LOVE. You are right, my friend."
I tenderly kissed one of its leaves and embraced its stem. But the tree was so happy like never before in its life.