{"id":3369,"date":"2025-09-01T12:51:35","date_gmt":"2025-09-01T11:51:35","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/saber-benmimoun.com\/?p=3369"},"modified":"2025-09-01T12:51:36","modified_gmt":"2025-09-01T11:51:36","slug":"larbre-tordu","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/saber-benmimoun.com\/?p=3369","title":{"rendered":"L\u2019Arbre droit et l\u2019Arbre tordu"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>Au bord d\u2019un chemin, vivaient deux arbres.<br>L\u2019un, fier et \u00e9lanc\u00e9, dressait son tronc bien droit vers le ciel.<br>L\u2019autre, noueux et courb\u00e9, portait des branches comme des bras fatigu\u00e9s.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Chaque matin, l\u2019arbre droit lan\u00e7ait des piques \u00e0 son voisin :<br>\u2014 Regarde-toi, difforme, ridicule ! Qui pourrait admirer ta silhouette ?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><br>Habitu\u00e9 aux sarcasmes, L\u2019arbre tordu ne r\u00e9pondait pas. Il savait que chacun a son r\u00f4le : lui abritait les insectes dans ses creux, offrait des formes \u00e9tranges aux rayons du soleil, et pr\u00eatait son ombre aux voyageurs fatigu\u00e9s.<\/p>\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-image\">\n<figure class=\"alignleft size-full is-resized\"><a href=\"http:\/\/saber-benmimoun.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/11\/histoire-philofable-arbre-tordu.jpeg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"1024\" height=\"1024\" src=\"http:\/\/saber-benmimoun.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/11\/histoire-philofable-arbre-tordu.jpeg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-3592\" style=\"width:309px;height:auto\" srcset=\"https:\/\/saber-benmimoun.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/11\/histoire-philofable-arbre-tordu.jpeg 1024w, https:\/\/saber-benmimoun.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/11\/histoire-philofable-arbre-tordu-300x300.jpeg 300w, https:\/\/saber-benmimoun.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/11\/histoire-philofable-arbre-tordu-150x150.jpeg 150w, https:\/\/saber-benmimoun.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/11\/histoire-philofable-arbre-tordu-768x768.jpeg 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px\" \/><\/a><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\n<p>Un jour, passa un b\u00fbcheron.<br>Il observa longtemps la clairi\u00e8re.<br>Son regard s\u2019arr\u00eata sur l\u2019arbre droit.<br>\u2014 Voil\u00e0 un bois parfait, pensa-t-il. Bien rectiligne, id\u00e9al pour une planche.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>L\u2019arbre droit, fier de sa beaut\u00e9, n\u2019eut pas le temps de protester. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>La hache r\u00e9sonna, et le fier arbre s\u2019\u00e9croula.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Il sentit la terre s\u2019\u00e9loigner, l\u2019air de la for\u00eat se perdre. On l\u2019emporta, loin des oiseaux qui nichaient autour de lui, loin de la mousse qui couvrait ses racines, loin du vent qui caressait ses feuilles.<br>Transform\u00e9 en planche, il devint simple objet, prisonnier d\u2019une maison, clou\u00e9 \u00e0 jamais dans un silence froid.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>L\u2019arbre tordu, lui, resta dans la clairi\u00e8re. Il pliait sous les saisons, mais restait debout, entour\u00e9 d\u2019herbes folles. Ses branches irr\u00e9guli\u00e8res abritaient encore les oiseaux, et ses courbes, que nul menuisier ne d\u00e9sirait, lui garantissaient la libert\u00e9.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Alors, on se souvint de ce proverbe :<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>\u00ab L\u2019arbre tordu vit sa vie, l\u2019arbre droit finit en planche. \u00bb<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Au bord d\u2019un chemin, vivaient deux arbres.L\u2019un, fier et \u00e9lanc\u00e9, dressait son tronc bien droit vers le ciel.L\u2019autre, noueux et courb\u00e9, portait des branches comme des bras fatigu\u00e9s. Chaque matin, l\u2019arbre droit lan\u00e7ait des piques \u00e0 son voisin :\u2014 Regarde-toi, difforme, ridicule ! Qui pourrait admirer ta silhouette ? 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