She used to cry on the beach. He used to run and laugh in the mountains. One day, he looked toward the sea and had a new feeling. He stopped laughing and walked toward the water. She stopped crying and felt something happening. She smiled and her last tear touched her lip. They did not find eachother that day but knew something in the world had changed.
A long time passed and then one day they saw eachother across a valley covered by tall grass. They knew what they had to do. In the grass there were countless snakes and they knew this. They felt a stronger love than any two souls had ever felt. They started running through the tall grass scaring and threatening the snakes. Both were bit and died. Before they died, she cried and he laughed. They crawled to eachother and felt a moment of paradise. Her tear touched his lip and he tasted the sea. His breath touched her face and she knew the mountains. A new tree grew from their bodies that fed all the snakes in the valley. Lovers walk through the valley without fear for they know the snakes all live in the great tree of love.
The young lovers of the land whisper the tale to eachother as they pass the tree of love. They look at the tree as children look at clouds. All stop and stare in amazement as they see the faces of him and her in different parts of the tree. At night the waves of the ocean and the wind of the mountain can be heard in the tree as they create a beautiful symphony. It is a fig tree and it attracts birds from all over the land. They eat the fruit and many of them are eaten by snakes. Women go to the tree and risk their lives to be blessed by it's powers. Some women go to the tree and try to reach the lowest branch with fruit. This is dangerous but worth the risk for fertility. The snakes always know and watch the women. Sometimes the snakes leave them alone. Nobody knows the rhythm of the snakes. Everybody knows the tree has power. Even the biggest doubter walks to the tree and touches it for some wish to come true. Wishes always come true around the tree. The love they felt vibrates in the roots of the tree and even in the skin of the snakes. Men have killed many snakes for shamens. They use the blood , skin, fangs, and tongues for powerful magic. People have wondered how the shamens make love true for people. The snakes belong to the tree. The tree is a creation of true love. They never kissed. They became one in their desire to love and died. The tree holds this memory and kills all darkness. The tree gives love to all who seek it. Many go too close and die.