It was a crisp night at school last week. I looked up at the sky as I usually do and I breathed in the clarity. I walked by a tree and snapped as many pictures as I could with my mind, so that later when I felt the moment was right, I would try to capture it in words.
The moment came when I was waiting for my car to warm up the following morning. (it's really a small pick up truck, but I call it my car). As I was waiting, I took in the sights. My eyes paused on a tree that reminded me of that night. I took out my miniature notebook and sealed the moment in my memory.
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against the chill night sky,
sparse trees reveal their
strength through
bare branches.
reaching for the sky–
outstretched, fearless.
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Thank you!
Yes, trees in winter are especially brave. I want to be like them.
Keiko, I saw the trees again last night. I am filled with such a wonderful feeling when I approach them and walk past. They give me strenght. I also walked past a blooming tree. I couldn't see the blooms. I smelled their sweet scent first in the night air, and then I squinted my eyes to see the blooms in the dark. That was another treat.
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