The Willow Tree
by Charles The Man
There is a willow tree in front of the girl and me. It is specific by its long reaching flexible branches. Those trees grow tall and the branches bend so low that one would think they are tempted to touch the ground.
This particular tree is an old one standing here for more than a hundred years at the same spot. Some people noticed its presence and recognised its magnificence by building a little introduction table next to it. The brief text classifies the species of the tree and describes the shape of the leaves and the buds it has during the summertime. The table also speaks about its height and age. As a consequence of reading the table, I kind of perceive its history on a sort of biological level. The tree has more experience than me and has witnessed the environment for longer.
Out of respect, just as I do it with philosophical books and its teachings, I pick up a thin branch that has fallen on the ground and create a crown out of it.
Taking the crown, keeping an eye contact, I put the crown on the top of the girl's freshly washed hair.