The Tree

While sipping my evening tea on my porch and gazing at the deserted street.

 I was thinking about the loneliness of my life, complaining and cursing those responsible.

 I heard a voice; are you lonely as me, amazed and startled I looked around and found no one.

The voice came again; it’s me the disattired old tree, I looked at it.

It was standing there, alone all winter, forsaken by its leaves and flowers.

My heart felt a bust of happiness, I couldn’t understand, maybe it’s the human nature.

I asked the tree aren’t you angry on your leaves and flowers, for they left you alone in the winter,

You nurtured them all summer, and they deserted you when you needed them the most.

It smiled at me and said, yes, initially it was, but then realized it was their destiny.

They didn’t do it intentionally and they would also be in pain to leave him alone.

In pain so intense that they can’t bear it and die which they can never say this to him.

But he knows the winter will end, the spring will come again, and he will meet his loved ones.

They might not be the same but they will love him in the same way, it’s just the matter of time.

I smiled and came back into the house.