Elias and His Trees

Elias and His Trees was inspired by Jean Giono's "The Man Who Planted Trees". In this Filipino adaptation, CANVAS hopes to have done justice to Jean Giono's vision and trusts that everyone will feel free to use Elias and His Trees to create, educate, and inspire.

Mar of the Traveller, Romeo Forbes Jr., 2005 - 2005, From the collection of: Center for Art, New Ventures & Sustainable Development (CANVAS)
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“Your father and I, we both have moles on the soles of our feet!” my mother always told me while I was growing up. She was convinced that if your foot had a mole on its sole, you would always be itching to wander around the world. It must have been those moles that sent my mother and father sailing away in 1920 from the town of Tierra Verde in the Philippines to seek adventure and fortune in the sugarcane plantations of Hawaii.

I was born and raised here, but I was weaned on the stories my parents told me about the town they left behind. In my young mind, the map of Tierra Verde took shape and came to life - its verdant mountains, lush forests, pristine streams, towering trees, and crystal rivers. I wondered what sort of magic the moles possessed, to have charmed my parents away from such a beautiful country.

Journey, Romeo Forbes Jr., 2005 - 2005, From the collection of: Center for Art, New Ventures & Sustainable Development (CANVAS)
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I grew up to be a soldier stationed at Pearl Harbor. I traveled to faraway lands, and journeyed to strange, nameless places. I explored countries I never even dreamed of seeing. Always, I yearned to travel to the Philippines, to discover that fabled country where my parents’ dreams were born, and to learn more about my roots.

Twenty years after my parents left Tierra Verde, it was my turn to accept the challenge. It was my turn to take a journey and go wherever my foot’s mole would take me.

Image 03, Romeo Forbes Jr., 2005 - 2005, From the collection of: Center for Art, New Ventures & Sustainable Development (CANVAS)
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I did not expect that the town I was looking for would be in a secluded corner of the Southern Philippines. I had to trek mountains that no tourist had ever climbed.

I was surprised by what I found.

Tierra Verde was dull, barren and deserted. The streams had dried up, even the river, leaving behind a sandy, winding trail where the riverbed had been. The mountains were bare, save for a few patches of wild grass.

What had happened to the enchanting land of my dreams?

First Meeting, Romeo Forbes Jr., 2005 - 2005, From the collection of: Center for Art, New Ventures & Sustainable Development (CANVAS)
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As I wearily looked out into the horizon, I thought I glimpsed a dark figure standing like a tree. I walked towards it and found an old shepherd and his dog, surrounded by a herd of grazing goats.

He kindly let me drink from a canteen made of bamboo. The water, he said, came from a deep well near his house. It was getting dark, so he invited me to have dinner in his home.

Around The Dinner Table, Romeo Forbes Jr., 2005 - 2005, From the collection of: Center for Art, New Ventures & Sustainable Development (CANVAS)
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The shepherd barely spoke. Nor did he glance back at me while I followed him home. I supposed that this is the way of those who lived alone.

He lived in a shanty built from the ruins of an old brick house. Inside, everything was in order. His dishes were clean and his pots and pans were neatly arranged in one corner. The delicious smell of cooking porridge wafted in the air. He served our meal and we ate dinner with hardly a word exchanged between us.

Devastation 1, Romeo Forbes Jr., 2005 - 2005, From the collection of: Center for Art, New Ventures & Sustainable Development (CANVAS)
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After we ate, he invited me to stay for the night, and I gladly accepted his offer. He told me that it will take one and a half days to reach the next town. I asked him questions about Tierra Verde. The quiet old shepherd was evasive, but eventually he told me the dark story of the town’s destruction.

“A long drought came to Tierra Verde. Crops would not grow, forcing people to chop trees and burn down forests to clear more land for farming. Some of them sold the felled trees as lumber while others collected burnt wood which they sold as charcoal in nearby towns. After some time, the charred land became dry and barren. Hunger and poverty continued to torment the townsfolk.”

Devastation 2, Romeo Forbes Jr., 2005 - 2005, From the collection of: Center for Art, New Ventures & Sustainable Development (CANVAS)
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“The most peaceful and timid became violent and fought over the smallest things. Gossip, vice and jealousy spread like dreaded diseases. Many people lost their minds and killed themselves. In the midst of all these, the winds howled viciously, casting an evil omen over the town.

One night, while the town slept, a fierce storm came. Because the mountainside was barren, water raged down its slopes and flooded the town. The whole town was devastated and almost no one survived.”

Counting Seeds, Romeo Forbes Jr., 2005 - 2005, From the collection of: Center for Art, New Ventures & Sustainable Development (CANVAS)
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I was about to ask another question when the old shepherd suddenly stood up. He took out a small bag and emptied its contents on the table. “Narra seeds,” he said. He carefully examined each seed and separated the healthy from the small and cracked. When he had set aside one hundred seeds, he stood up and bade me good night.

When I woke up the next morning, the shepherd was not around. So I went out to look for him. I saw him in his pasture in the valley. When he saw me, he left his goats to the care of his dog and climbed to where I was. He gestured for me to follow him toward the mountain ridge.

Planting Trees, Romeo Forbes Jr., 2005 - 2005, From the collection of: Center for Art, New Ventures & Sustainable Development (CANVAS)
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There he began digging small, shallow holes on the ground using his staff. He then dropped the seeds in one by one, and covered them with soil. He was planting narra trees!

I later learned his name was Elias Dakila and that he was fifty years old. He lived alone by the mountainside with his goats and dog. Elias decided to plant trees because, he said, the mountain needed help and care. In the past three years, he had already planted one hundred thousand narra seeds. Thousands of the seeds and saplings did not survive, as they were eaten by rats or simply failed to cope with the forces of nature. I told him that in thirty years’ time, even if only ten thousand trees survived, Tierra Verde would be a magnificent sight to behold.

War 1, Romeo Forbes Jr., 2005 - 2005, From the collection of: Center for Art, New Ventures & Sustainable Development (CANVAS)
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In 1941, World War II broke out. The Japanese bombed our station at Pearl Harbor. For the first time, I witnessed the horrors and destruction wrought by war. Over the next five years, the war kept me preoccupied and I never really had a moment to think of Elias and his trees.

When the war ended, people felt the need to renew and rejuvenate themselves. It seemed war affected people this way - it drained their strength, sapped their minds and battered their soul. I needed a breath of fresh air, so I went back to Tierra Verde.

Beekeeper, Romeo Forbes Jr., 2005 - 2005, From the collection of: Center for Art, New Ventures & Sustainable Development (CANVAS)
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The winding roads to Tierra Verde seemed unchanged. Not far from where I stood, I was surprised to see a thin mist crowning the mountain peak. It made me long to see my friend Elias and his narra trees.

I found him covered with a black mesh with a few bees in his trail. Elias had a new profession. He now had just four goats and one hundred beehives.

“I sold my goats because they were eating the saplings,” he said. I told him about my war time experiences. But when I asked him, he had no stories to share. The war, it seemed, did not reach Tierra Verde. Elias had simply continued to plant his trees.

Renewal 1, Romeo Forbes Jr., 2005 - 2005, From the collection of: Center for Art, New Ventures & Sustainable Development (CANVAS)
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He showed me around the forest and it was an impressive sight. The narra trees were now taller than the both of us and numbered by the thousands. The forest covered an area eleven kilometers long and three kilometers wide. Elias also pointed out kamagong, acacia, molave, almaciga and other trees which now reached up to our shoulders. These were the trees he planted during the war.

The view took my breath away. If one were to think that all of these sprung from the bare hands of a simple uneducated man, one would understand that, like God, man has the gift of creation, not just destruction.

Renewal 2, Romeo Forbes Jr., 2005 - 2005, From the collection of: Center for Art, New Ventures & Sustainable Development (CANVAS)
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As we walked back to his house, I heard the sound of gurgling water. The river and streams had come alive once again! I also realized that the wind had scattered seeds bringing forth gardens, meadows, shrubs and flowers surrounding the area. Birds were also flitting from tree to tree.

Although he never intended it, the trees that Elias planted had an important effect on the gradual transformation of the environment, so slow that nobody noticed. Since then, I made a pilgrimage to Tierra Verde every year to see my friend Elias and his magnificent forest.

Stone House, Romeo Forbes Jr., 2005 - 2005, From the collection of: Center for Art, New Ventures & Sustainable Development (CANVAS)
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After fifteen years had passed, the trees that Elias had planted reached their maturity. Elias was now seventy years old and was finding the walk between his house and the forest increasingly difficult. So he decided to build a house made of stone in the middle of the forest.

One day, some officials from the Bureau of Forestry arrived to survey the land. They placed a sign that said “UNDER GOVERNMENT PROTECTION”, which meant that slash-andburn farming, charcoal burning and even commercial logging were prohibited in the area. The officials ended their little ceremony by having their photos taken, backdropped by the forest that had dazzled them.

Oblivious, Elias continued to plant his seeds.

Picnic, Romeo Forbes Jr., 2005 - 2005, From the collection of: Center for Art, New Ventures & Sustainable Development (CANVAS)
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Once, when I visited Elias, I brought along a forester friend who came with the officials who had visited Tierra Verde. We packed a simple lunch of rice, grilled milkfish, red salted eggs and tomatoes which we shared under the shade of the tall trees.

Elias bade us farewell after lunch as he still had more planting to do. My friend and I walked around the forest. I asked why he did not try to suggest which trees were ideal for the area. “He knows the forest better than us,” my friend said. “He has memorized each row like a solemn prayer.”

Martial Law, Romeo Forbes Jr., 2005 - 2005, From the collection of: Center for Art, New Ventures & Sustainable Development (CANVAS)
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When Martial Law was declared in the Philippines, everyone was filled with dread and fear, especially those who lived in the countryside. I had to go back to Hawaii. It was the last time that I would see Elias for a long time.

I never received any news from Elias. Once, I read about a community that was suspected to be part of an anti-government movement. Soldiers burned the whole town and killed all its residents. I prayed that my friend and his forest would always be safe from harm.

Final Visit, Romeo Forbes Jr., 2005 - 2005, From the collection of: Center for Art, New Ventures & Sustainable Development (CANVAS)
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It was nearly fifteen years later, in 1986, when a peaceful People Power revolution took place, and Filipinos celebrated the rebirth of the nation. I decided it was the perfect opportunity to pay my friend a visit.

Onboard a train that now passed through the town, I no longer recognized the places that I saw. Trees lined the side streets. Had I not seen the sign that said ‘Tierra Verde,’ I would have thought that I was lost.

Image 18, Romeo Forbes Jr., 2005 - 2005, From the collection of: Center for Art, New Ventures & Sustainable Development (CANVAS)
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Everything was vastly different. The harsh wind that used to greet me was now a gentle and sweet breeze. There were also scores of new homes fronted by gardens filled with brilliant flowers and luscious vegetables. A symphony of chirping birds and rippling streams filled my ears.

Not far away, a kapok fruit burst and let loose its white, feathery seeds to the wind. A smile escaped my lips as a rain of white cottony kapok filled the air and giggling children ran around trying to catch it in their hands.

Perspective, Romeo Forbes Jr., 2005 - 2005, From the collection of: Center for Art, New Ventures & Sustainable Development (CANVAS)
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Despite my old age, I tried hard to walk the path towards Elias’ house. I could tell that he was glad to see me. After all, it was the first time I ever saw him smile. Elias was now ninety-six years old.

From the side of the mountain, we gazed at the town below us and the prosperous, happy and verdant surroundings which were the fruits of his labor. “This would not have been possible if not for you,” I told him.

More than ten thousand people owed their happiness to Elias. I realized that I, too, was indebted to Elias for the rebirth of Tierra Verde, the land of my roots.

Legacy, Romeo Forbes Jr., 2005 - 2005, From the collection of: Center for Art, New Ventures & Sustainable Development (CANVAS)
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Every time I reflect on how a land so neglected could rise again and flourish because of the perseverance, dedication and benevolence of one man, I am as much inspired as filled with admiration and respect for Elias Dakila, the simple shepherd who selflessly created a masterpiece worthy of God.

Elias Dakila died peacefully in his sleep in 1988 at the age of ninety eight.

Credits: Story

Elias and His Trees is CANVAS' first children's storybook. Inspired by Jean Giono's The Man Who Planted Trees, writer Augie Rivera crafted a Filipino version of the story. Do check www.canvas.ph for a free, downloadable copy of the full story!

Original Story by Jean Giono
Adaptation by Augie Rivera
Artworks by Romeo Forbes Jr.

First published in hardcover by UST Publishing House, 2005
First paperback edition, 2005
Online e-book version 2009
Printed in the Republic of the Philippines
Book and layout design by Daniel Palma Tayona
Cover Illustration (Celebration of New Life) by Romeo Forbes
Photography by Mike Cheung

Credits: All media
The story featured may in some cases have been created by an independent third party and may not always represent the views of the institutions, listed below, who have supplied the content.
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