Winter has arrived in New York.
Fall is gone, now you cannot see golden leaves, just snow and windy storms that are bouncing on the trees. My poor trees are cold, wind is whispering some noise, some hidden words only they can read.
I look into my window and found a special tree.

I am amazed by his beauty,  he is holding tight, trying to survive, trying not to fall. I was just there, outside my door in complete silence, just staring at him...It is cold, I decided to leave, to close my window and go, he is telling me to stay, to not to leave him alone, he has a lot to say. I try to listen to him, his branches are moving, fighting with the wind I am on the window telling my special tree to be strong tonight, to beat the storm.
Storm is knocking on my window, telling me to go, it is shouting fiercely, it is reluctant to stop.
All of a sudden we are alone, storm is gone.  It is just me and my  friend the tree. He survived, he has no leaves, they have been taken by the wind.

Oh!! My dear strong tree, the guardian of my nights, thank you for being here tonight and taking care of me during my sleep.

Thanks for sharing one of your bravest stories, thanks for listening to the wind and tell it to go, telling it to bring me calm and to stop bouncing on my walls.

Oh! My dearest tree thank you for being the owner of my dreams, the writer of this story. Thank you for just miraculously exist.

© LKN


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