Although I admired him.
He wasn’t really my friend.
We didn’t talk.
Because I thought I had nothing to offer him.
He provided me with shade on the hottest days of summer.
And under his branches I began to contemplate him.
It happened right next to a parking lot that I looked after.
I was paid for it.
And the tree took care of me without receiving anything in return.
Eight and a half hours.
Monday through Friday.
On Saturdays, it was four.
That place was a small part of my life.
And in that same place, it would be his whole life.
I don’t know how long he had been there.
His roots give me a sense of his wisdom.
I try to understand his strength.
Adapting to inclement weather.
Bearing the weight of the city on its roots.
I would like to think that it tolerates these changes.
In fact, I don’t know if it even notices them.
Nor do I know if it feels the tiny little beings that shelter in it.
Without a doubt, the tiniest beings are humans.
Hurting its bark out of vanity.
This is my perception…
I would like to know yours…
Maybe it only bothers me.
But standing here beside me, it is safe.
I think about life.
And I think about how everything passes.
About the importance of time.
Because only time made this moment real.
Written by: A member of Atelier d’écriture LaRose🌹
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