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โ Long ago, when the forest was still young and was not the wise mother we know her to be today, she had always watched in horror of the deer that she had always admired be devoured by wolves and bears. To protect the deer, she created a wall to protect her deer so that they could thrive without fear of being eaten. The forest was happy at first, overjoyed to see her deer prancing and bounding with glee in her protection. She loved to watch the lovers nuzzle in the autumn and watch the fawn frolic in the spring. But as time had went on, there have been too many deer in the protection of her walls. Deer grew aggressive as they had few space for their territories, and they chewed off so much of her plants that it hurt the forest and the deer themselves had very few to eat. The forest had to make a decision that would forever haunt her: she tore down her walls and allowed the wolves to enter and had to watch her deer be devoured.
When she saw the wolves attacking her deer, she discovered something that had surprised her. She found that wolves would then feed children of their own, the same way does find fields for their fawns to graze in. Wolves were not the savage creatures she had once perceived, but rather they are just trying to feed families of their own. Without the wolves, the deer would destroy her forest and eat all of the plants. And when the wolves and deer die, their bodies feed her roots so that she can grow larger and her plants can grow to feed future generations of deer. While tragic, the forest had to learn that there must be death in order for there to be life in her lands.
And now the forest has grown large and her trees have grown strong, and the wolves and deer live among one another. The forest still mourns the many deer that have been killed, even though she is far wiser now. That's why, every year, the trees and plants die because the memory of the day she had to break down her walls causes her to be too sad to give her plants life. And that is why we have autumn and winter. But when the fawn are born, she becomes happy and we are then given spring. The forest is old and wise, and we will forever thrive in her protective embrace.