I read Hans Christian Andersen’s short story “The Last Dream of the Old Oak” and I’m seeing a theme running through his stories – or at least the ones I’ve read recently. Â The theme that nothing lasts forever seems strange for fairy tales, but somehow it works.
(photo obtained from goodreads.com)
The oak tree in this story is 365 years old. Â One year is like a human day to the tree. Â It is awake for three seasons and sleeps during the winter. Â During the course of the story, a fly enjoys buzzing around the oak’s branches. Â The fly’s life is only a human day. Â The oak has difficulty understanding how the fly could be so happy when his life is so short. Â The fly’s answer, while in fairy tale language, is essentially: it’s all relative. Â The fly is perfectly happy with it’s lifespan so why should the oak be sad for it. Â Personally, the idea of time being relative is a pleasant idea, especially within a fairy tale of this sort. Â It’s not something I would have any problem sitting around pondering for a long time – even if I wouldn’t come up with any type of concrete conclusion. Â Unfortunately, there are pesky things like “a job” that keep me from pondering these things as much as I would like. Â Maybe that’s a good thing?
Eventually the oak goes to sleep for the winter and has a dream that it’s summer. Â In the dream, it grows taller and taller and brings the rest of the forest along with it, growing up and up into something that might be called heaven. Â In the real world, the tree has been uprooted by a storm on Christmas Day and sailors, who had used the tree as a guide when they came to shore, sing a carol over the dead tree. Â So the dream isn’t real – it’s just a dream. Â Or is it? Â Something else to ponder.