Fruits

After a distance of ten years, I saw a strong tree and its dense shade, so I thought I would take a little cheaper.  When she passed, it was as if she had been wrapped in a shadow.  I just sat there for a while and more people started coming.  Seeing me, they gave the impression that they have been here for a long time and that it is their right to be here.  I left immediately and got up.  It was my daily routine.  She would come and see this tree and smile.  Sometimes she would step slowly while passing through its shadow.  It always seemed like the most relaxing moment was sitting in that shadow.  The tree was there, the shade was the same, but what can I do, I have been in the habit of leaving space for people. But those people were not on the shade, maybe on the fruit.  I saw them picking fruit and understood.  It so happened that she was on a long journey again for some time and during the distance without shade in the scorching sun, she kept remembering the tree and its coolness.  There was a connection to it.  When she came back tired, she wanted to see this tree first.  It was evening, it was raining, there was no special heat, but as I got closer, it felt like it was waiting for me too.  I stood by the tree and cried like a child crying after being lost in a crowd.  Raindrops dripped from its leaves and fell on my eyelids.  I knew we were both sad.  Now, often in the evening, when the shadows are falling, I sit under the shade of the same tree.  The heat is rising, no one is coming …  I am cheap in its shadow for the rest of my life.  Nowadays no one comes, either people change their ways or maybe they just go to the fruit trees.  If it weren’t for the fruit season, they wouldn’t have come.  My relationship is also the relationship of rain, sun and shadow.  Even in the rain and in the sun, my tree surrounds me like a friend and I am safe.