Post 56.

Sorrow
There was a huge goat willow in the tiny garden of my old house. She was almost like a person to me, it was a female tree.
For more than ten years I could prevent it from being cut down, with the help of my neighbours. Just before I moved to a new place the landlord ordered it to be chopped down.
I kept a few pieces of the wood, this spring one of them grew a little green twig.
After almost half a year it was still alive! Now it is not anymore.
I was astonished by this endurance and liveliness. A tragedy too. I consider it an example to be followed.
 
 

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