The three trees.

Once, you told me, there were three trees. And one tree grew tall, tall, tall to the sky. It was far away from the other two trees, making friends with clouds. And one tree grew big around, stretching and taking up so much space that it would take a whole year to walk all the way around it.

The other tree grew to an average height, just tall enough to see far and wide, andit was an average length around, just wide enough around to be huggable, and had an average amount of limbs; just enough limbs to make it wonderful to climb. It wasn't taller or stronger or bigger than the others. It was an average tree, but it was the best tree.

You said: "Sometimes, just average, is more than enough. Sometimes 'just average' is perfect."