Trees Poem By Joyce Kilmer の小説・ストーリー

As I sit beneath the canopy of a large tree, the gentle breeze picks up. The branches swayed, stirring the leaves above. Their edges fluttered softly against each other, creating a gentle rustle that gradually grew louder, enveloping me in a soothing embrace. It felt as though I was a leaf being gently swept away by the breeze. "Peace is always beautiful, isn't it?" The moment I heard his voice, my brief sense of comfort vanished. "You're here..." My eyes widened as I stared at him leaning against the tree. "Kuya, is that really you?"

The mellifluously sound of chirping birds and the blooming color of flowers in their garden make me smile. Minsam kapagnababagot siya ay binibilang niya kung ilang butiki, ipis o daga ang makikita niya sa loob ng kwarto at kung minsan ay pinapangalanan pa ito. He went outside his small house, made of the branches of trees and dried grass. Tedson sat in front of the painting and stared at it. Hours, days, weeks, and months had passed, and all he could see was the dark place where this painting was hanging. Even though the night never came, his body still felt sleepy, and he always lay on the grass beside the tree.