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

the tree could not contain his curiousity. he had to find out from the wind despite of the depressive answer he self-imagined.

both of them arranged for another meet again. from the time of the arrangement till the time of the date. the tree was thinking all about her only. the tree's line of thought suddenly changed. he wondered maybe her expression was as subtle as she ever was. that thought temporary arrested his spiralling depression. while his only depression stems from her and only a single word or answer from her can set him free. or worse, plunge him deeper into the abyss.

when the tree met the wind, he hesitated. the tree had no idea how to bring it to mouth nor have any vague idea how to carry on with her without clearing this doubt. when the tree finally asked the wind, she suddenly came on strong on him.

the tree already facing much problem about surfacing the question and yet to add-on she had no clear understanding of the question and where he was coming from. since the wound is already open and burning in pain, he thought that he might as well bite the bullet and get everything off his chest.

the wind responded. the tree was glad, he was glad that the wind responded very near to how he had wished she would and also that she understood some of what he said. the answer to that depression, set him free. it was just as the tree thought, her subtle ways of expression caused the confusion from his usual outgoing expression of self.

the tree had already knew that the wind was subtle in her expression, he also knew that the wind was different in nature from him. however, now he truly understands what that all means. the tree understands the wind a little bit more...