Trees know more

Trees know more.

Whenever she goes to a strange place, it is always a certain tree

is the first to become her faithful listener and gain her trust.

The lush branches had heard her choke in the spring.

The branches that have lost all their leaves respond to her deepening silence with silence, again and again.

Without a sound, the tree with its blossoms that

had made her fall into the deep fragrance and forget to breathe.

Until a few panting people came to the top of the hill, in

The tree that was falling leaves slowly calmed down.

She had been one of those people who did not have the strength to

slapped the tree trunk hard

A few leaves slowly fell to the ground, without panic.

Nor could she see the joy and sorrow.

The loquat is full of branches.

The loquat lowers its brow.

This is by far the most memorable of her

A tree: the furrowed face

There is humility that is not reflected in the starry sky, but also

pride that has not been tamed by wind, frost, snow, and rain.