the story of 枫(maple)[this story is written from the perspective of the tree]
continued...

the tree didnt believe what the woodpecker said about himself. he knew the woodpecker for the longest of time. the woodpecker like another part of him, his alter ego.

but for a certain reason, he jus cant shake the feeling that both the wind and him, was totally opposite in nature.

one day, the tree got wind of the wind's new toy she jus bought. the tree was equally excited because he knew that it was something that the wind was waiting very long for. it was another toy that added to her burning desire to be free and in control of her freedom.

the tree thought to himself:
wouldnt it be good that she came around with this toy and be the first few to see it? touch it?

but it never happen.

the tree wondered why, but decided not to pursuit for the answer. for he knew, that the answer will not be a pleasant one. because he could have found no reason why she didnt want to share such joy within the first few moments of recieving the toy. he felt that he would and why wouldnt she?

the tree started getting depressed like the evening progressing into the night. depressive thoughts started going through his head like re-runs of an old film. he will eventually get out of it, but what will the by-product be?