Every day is pretty much the same. Day in, and day out people pass by me, barely noticing me. It is regrettable that no one uses the shade I make everyday. I always try my hardest to be the best at it.
If you haven't guessed I am a tree. A simple maple, which has been in this place for the last twenty years. I see a lot, and I hear many things. I have seen lovers find each other. I have seen friends break apart. Here I stand still. No matter how the wind blows, I will still stand here.
It is spring now, and many people pass by. Most forget I am here. There is one though that keeps coming to sit under my branches. Almost everyday he sits there and writes in a journal. Since his back is against my bark I never can see what he writes, but I hope it is happy.
A few days ago, though he didn't seem very happy. When he came and sat under my branches there was tears in his eyes. I wasn't sure, but it also sounded like he was mumbling someone's name. I was sure he would be all right if he would just relax in the shade. The birds were singing and there was a slight breeze. Overall a perfect day to relax and let stress melt away. Though he hasn't been back since, I'm sure he is ok.
Oh I almost for got to tell you someone put flowers under my tree today. It made me happy to see the daisies, bright and cheerful looking, laying beneath my trunk. The people in black who laid them there, looked very sad, but I didn't know why since they never said anything.
It must be a sad day for some reason because they weren't the only ones wearing black with tears in their eyes. More people came and put flowers under my trunk. They look every pretty to me. I think the man with the journal will be happier now that the flowers are here. They smell very good. I hope he comes back soon. I am starting to miss him
