The World We Couldn't See

Prologue

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Click! I looked at my camera to see the oak tree I had just taken a picture of. It was beautiful. I loved oak trees. They were a symbol of strength, morale, resistance, and knowledge. Oak trees are mysterious, sacred, and magnificent. They have a rare beauty to them. Everyone sees oak trees throughout their whole life, but they don't actually see them. Here's a poem I want you to think about:

I hope you notice the falling leaves as they hit the ground today, and I hope you learn to smile when you hear the children play.

I hope you look up to the sky and see the clouds up there,
How one shaped like a bird, and the other one a bear.

I hope one day you will pick up your heart and put it on display,
And not feel pain or be scared to give it all away.

I hope that even when you work you will hum or twirl your pen,
In the end, I truly hope you will fall in love with life again.