The skies are blue again

So the tree was kind of damaged. I had to take it down, partially, the roots are still good and well. Still grabbing deep and strong. right in the middle of what its left of that tree, a small plant started to grow. It’s growing little by little. I’m watering it every day with all my love. The skies are clear, the sun is bright, and a rainbow is seen bright and colorful on the distance. The flowers are still close, but I bet they are about to bloom. Right now a few are, and slowly the rest will follow. Before you know it, this garden will be as beautiful as it never was before. I see a small bird playing around. it must realize how beautiful things are. I know I brought this storm upon myself. But holding the responsibility of it, I’m trying to heal this garden to a better state than it’s original. The tree was badly damaged, but it’s still alive, I can hear his heart beat when I lay against him to read, or sing to him. It’s alive, and willing to keep on living. and I know slowly, it will grow again to be a wonderful tree full of pride and glory. Blooming magnificently and amazing me everyday. I won’t let this happen again, at least not to this magnitude.

 

Thanks to a very dear friend for these words:

"Let yourself love someone or something worthwhile, with your whole heart, 'till the very end, and I promise you, you will never ever feel alone again"

The storm

The storm was announced but I refused  to listen. The tree was on blossom, but the storm came. It rained, so badly, many branches fell, the pink blossoms blown by the wind, but the tree, still there, tall, strong, firm. Grasping with all its strength to the soil. It’s dark, and it’s all wet. The flowers are weary, the floor full of leaves, broken and dry. But the weatherman has announced the weather will be better, to just wait a few more days. And that blossom will be fully pink again. The flowers will start to grow again, the sun will shine so warm and bright that it will dry all the rain away. In the meanwhile, I have to clean up all that is dead, make space for new life, pick up all the leaves, save the flowers that survived, fix some smaller trees, in general, heal the garden. It will take a while, but it should be ok again. Right now it stopped raining, some showers here and there every once in a while, but no more real harsh rain to kill my flowers. The clouds are still around, the sky is grey, but beyond it I know it’s blue, and the sun is there. I just have to wait a little, and one more night, I might be able to see the moon again and all the stars, shining bright. The storm has washed away all it needed to, now it’s time for renew.