Today, rain falls on our land, yet the small tree still builds her home. Although the sky didn’t appear as white or blue, the rain and trees are still pretty soft.
When rain drops fall on soil, the rain asks himself, how many times will I land here?
the small tree also appreciates that wood can be fashioned into toys. She smiles everyday, she knows that even if she didn’t have new and old friends, she would still like her current life.
Who knows?
The sound of rain surprised the small tree.
When we watch each other’s face, as we had known each other for a thousand years.
Who knows?
we all have our own thoughts
even without focus, funny and interesting will appear everywhere.
Whop!
Whop!
The rain is gone,
But the small tree is still here.
until the dark night is comes, we will never give up the beauty that belongs to everyone.
Tree Of Rain
