The Tree

I once had a tree. Or you may say, a tree once had me.

I can still remember the very first sight of it. It was in a cool September ten years ago. Standing in the middle of the playground, its huge crown looked shiny in the sun. Every fan-shaped leaf smiled with the joy of sunshine, spreading a warm welcome through the wind. I fell in love with it almost immediately. I fell in Iove with my first school.

Memories have been locked for so long that I can hardly remember its beauty. All I remember is its looking up at the sky like me. I thought it was lonely without a companion. So I always read books for it at lunchtime. Sitting under the tree, I had a feeling that there was nothing but the peaceful green in my little world.

When I was too sad to carry on, when I was a tiny thing against so many bricks, I looked at the tree. I looked at the one who kept looking up, the one who lived its own life.

Time passed by, I have met so many other trees. But none of them can bring me the comfort which the tree gave me. It's an amazing tree. It's the tree.