A MAN AND THE OLD TREE

Afternoon. Blue in the sky does not exist. Everything is gray. The sky there are only the stretch of gray clouds. Should all of that is residual heavy rain two hours ago. But too long to say a rest. Cold air progressively increased gray. You have to accept it. Could not claim with any anger. Cloudy afternoon representing the man's mood. He just sat on the bench, in a park that still showed residual dried leaves glowing summer. The leaves were completely wet, but too late...

They're already dead. Death also color the guy was thinking. He sat hunched, his head is really down. Her body as supported by recent strength of the hand that rests her elbows on her thighs. Her legs were open, like give way to tears That man. Both his hands just hanging down. You will only see the sadness and loss of man

I'm just a tree. I could only stand motionless. Even if I move, it's because there is a pretty hard wind. It was only in the branches of weak twigs.

Wish I could have the power to give a warm hug to the man was. But I'm just a big old tree. He was too far away to feel the tip my twig.
I just keep quiet. Perhaps silence is my attitude the best. I'm just a tree...with a stack of hope that will burst out. Impossible....

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