Spring comes early, the wind blows slowly, it rains carefully, and the surroundings are green and full of bright colors. Even some branches that almost withered in winter have yellow buds. At this time, I will slowly stretch the branches and leaves, slowly respond to the moisture of the sun and rain, and paint my life with strong colors. Look at the blue sky, listen to the songs of the wind, appreciate the curves of the mountains and enjoy the singing of birds. I live freely and comfortably. I will feel lucky when summer comes. I have many partners. When the storm hits, we share the burden. Crazy sand ravaged the earth and we fought side by side. Roots, deep into the ground, branches, high into the blue sky. In autumn, golden leaves are flying all over the sky. What a beautiful dance. We don't need attractive fruits or evergreen leaves, but the mottled colors of the fallen leaves are enough to fascinate us. When winter comes, we don't worry about anything at all. We learn to stand silently and accumulate the strength of spring silently. It was snowing heavily and the distance was white. The snow on the branch is our flower.
If I were a tree, I would like to grow up in a remote suburb, where the terrain is empty and overgrown with weeds, and all kinds of insects and animals have their own free space. I won't feel lonely with their company. Here, I can enjoy the tranquility of the suburbs and enjoy the beautiful scenery of the suburbs slowly. At noon, the lazy sunshine shines on me without hindrance, so I can stretch my branches and breathe freely. In the evening, in the afterglow of the sunset, homing birds are singing beautifully. Bees are buzzing, beetles are humming at will, frogs and cicadas are humming alternately. It is a state of "cicada singing in the forest is quieter and Tonamiyama is more secluded".
If I were a tree, I would like to be an ordinary tree and a happy tree. If I were a tree, I would like to be an ordinary small tree!