I thought my friend was going mad, thinking of himself as a tree, but at the same time, I saw in him a happiness, a sense of peace in a moment where most would be praying to God for forgiveness, that it made me question whether it was I who was missguided on this subject. Maybe I should want to be a tree. They stand tall. They produce young yearly, thousands of them, and some even produce the sweetest of fruit so that all may eat from their branches. And further, trees are homes for many different animals, ourselves included, for we tear them down to erect our own shelter, no different than a common beaver.
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I walked up the step, nervously held my hand to knock, and listened to Samuel continue to muse his love for trees. I saw at my side, with the light of a lantern burning nearby and the weak white shine of the hanging moon, the trees shaking in the wind. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath to muster the strength to bother, once again, the country doctor. With the hush of the leaves, I knocked three times, and for a moment it was still just Samuel and I, waiting.
Just before it was opened by a short and handsome servant boy, Samuel began to sing to himself. The song was short and sweet, just like the boy, and he kept repeating it to himself in a hushed tone, as if he were embarrassed to share.
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It went like this:
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“When I see a tree
I see more than just leaves,
and bits of bark
I see peace in the breeze,
I feel peace in my heart.”
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The boy was dressed well. He had a black button up done halfway, with a silky white undershirt. He wore a golden cross that shone under the home's many lights, and sparkled as his little chest moved up and down to talk. He wore white gloves and a tight black cap. His face was narrow, pale. There was a sense of delicacy about him, as if a breeze may blow him down, but just the same, he held himself with grace and flow, like a steady stream, uninterrupted by debris.
He looked me up and down. I was obviously not who he expected to be letting in, and this offended the boy.
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