One day in the spring, I was walking on the street.
The weather was warm, but the wind was a little cold.
I saw a little tree, a baby tree.
It was a tree I used to see every spring.
It was an ordinary one.The branches were thin, and they were trembling slightly in the wind.
But, the tree seemed to take its root deep in the soil.
The tree has started budding.
It seemed agonizing, but joyful at the same time.
I felt it would be a fine tree, a mature tree someday.
It would be a special one.