Breeze. Long, cold, biting. Stones covered with ice build the high mountains surrounding the valley. A lonely pair of trees is in the middle. The setting sun licks its last rays on the dying branches. Few see the decay of the living orgasms. Stiffened by the frost they can barely move. No birds visit to sing to it, no worms crawl around its feet, nothing sits by the side and gazes upon the world. No one leans on the cold rocks. No one let their heads fall back and has their vision framed by the mountains high around them. Not a soul slides their hand along the dying trees’ spine. The pair is all alone in the valley of frost. The sun has given up on it. Moving forward, to the all mighty mountains raging high in the sky. Cold, blue snow drips along its sides. Drops form rivers, rivers form a flood and the majestic rock loses its decoration. Leading to the shadow side, the melted snow finds the pair of trees. Circling around in a teasing manner it finally has to fall to its roots and blend with the rocks. In desperation the trees grasp the drops and sucks them deep into their veins. A quick meeting between the sun and his brother seals the valley. The winds cluster and smoothly swings around the mountain feet, breeze through the branches of the trees, freeze the melted water on the stones. Night has come and all things freeze, the trees a little livelier than the day before.
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Laughter in my ear. A smile stuck on my mouth. A few feet away a child is climbing in a tree, smiling. He laughs, with no worries. Not knowing what fate has chosen for him.
The child’s mom us underneath and watches carefully. Happily she looks up and listens. “I can see the whole world from here! Come!”
Her eyes turn up and over my head. My body turns and I look.
The threes, big and green. Children with terrified moms. Of course, they don’t want anything to happen. But I am not scared. My child has control. I know it! Thousands of times she has climbed in this tree. It’s something special about it. Or, she thinks so. And as long she likes it, it’s hers. Always this one. With the first flowers of the spring. This one, with arms so protecting and careful. I trust this tree, because I know it won’t hurt her. In any way.
Sorrow, pain and sadness rule our hearts. A few seconds before and I could have saved her! Only a few…
I turn her body so I can see her face. The glass eyes get stuck on my mind and I curse it. Blame me, do it and be done! Yes, I should have watched over her better, but what else can I do? Sorrow is too painful and forgetting is cruel!
But I know something she would love; a funeral with everybody. With everyone she knew, that would be great. With red roses, her favorite teddy buried with her, together. She always wanted her teddy around her. Everywhere she went, he was with her. Even into death he followed her.
He was with her all her life, whole 9 short years.