I say hello to the old tree
I say hello to the old tree. A friendly, jolly face is looking back at me. It looks so happy. Its branches are wide and full, not like the skinny, bare limbs I saw on the other trees. "Thank you," I say. "Thank you for the peace. Thank you for being so friendly." The tree nods. I look up at the sky. The blue is so clear, it is almost a white, pure colour. "Thank you," I say to the sky. "Thank you for this. Thank you for the light." I take a step. The path has disappeared.