Memories of a young tree

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Memories of a young tree

Sometimes the tree tries to remember who was the kid that put her in that beautiful place, with many trees, old ones and young ones like her, with small but gorgeous flowers, she tries so hard but the oldest memory that the tree kept is one, the night she opened her leaves and her eyes and the first thing she saw was the brilliant moon in the black sky, that night the moon was not quite a new moon nor a full moon, she smile she felt like she could do anything.

She was trying to grow up, just a little bit, she wanted to say hello to the eagle that was living in the tree next to her.

The tree has a dream: Fly, high as the eagle until she can reach the moon. She tried everyday and every time she shook her arms and roots, the only thing that happened was that many of her toasted leaves fell down and covered the purple flowers at her roots.

The window was as cold as your eyes the day I went away...

I know your heart is fearful, but mine it's frozen.