A lemon tree

She came here to read because she finds peace in nature. She finds rest in the silence and stillness. She sits back against that small lemon tree thats right there , in the middle of the meadow. It makes her smile; she finds it so poetic and a little sad that it grew here by itself. She thinks she’s keeping him company . In the end, that tree is just like her: a loner, a dreamer. She likes to think she’s just like the boy in « my sweet orange tree », the book that made her cry so much when she was a kid.

He came here to take a break because his parents are yelling again. The violence just made him sick to his stomach, and he needed to get out and breathe. It’s raining, so he stands under a small lemon tree, the only tree around. Right there in that moment, he feels safe, protected by its leaves and strong branches. It’s there for him, it just calms him by its steadiness. He’s happy he has found somewhere to go, a refuge

She came here to cry because she just received bad news. She’s desperate and she just needs a place to be alone. That’s when she notices the small lemon tree, just looking at her. It looks so old and wrinkly . It must have watched so many people cry. It must know so much about life. It must realize that none of it matters, because it saw how fast everything changes, and just how meaningless it is. This lemon tree, she thinks, is wiser than anyone.

She came here to paint, because she loves the aesthetic of this place, especially that beautiful lemon tree right there in the middle. The big lemons look like suns and the leaves are a deep, elegant shade of green. That tree just tells stories without speaking, it’s all the beauty and simplicity of nature at the same time.There is so much harmony in the colors, the soft movement of the branches with the wind. It’s exactly what she likes about art ,one of her favorite things to paint.

He came here for the first time after twelve years, because he loved playing there as a kid. But now that he sees it again, everything has changed : it used to be filled with all kinds of trees and now its empty, all that’s left is this small lemon tree, standing there alone. He can still see himself running around and climbing. Now that he’s old and stiff, he’s happy that the lemon tree is here, holding some of the most joyful memories of his childhood. It didn’t move, it waited for him all these years.

Its just a small lemon tree waiting there in the middle of nothing. That’s all it is: leaves and branches and big yellow lemons.It didn’t see any of them because its just a tree. That’s all it is: a small lemon tree.