“I’ve obviously seen it before.” The little guy lightly nodded and quietly said.
“Autumn winds will shed yellow leaves, wildfires will burn the withered greenery. Winter winds will whistle past, new branches will arrive with the spring scenery,” spoke the willow tree.
Wilted grass and dried wood prospering again was a natural occurrence, but right now, this was extremely emotionally touching for the little guy. He understood what the willow tree meant.
“Willow deity, are you saying that one day the Supreme Being Bone within my body will be reborn?” The little guy’s eyes were brightly lit with tears. A vigorous surge of life emerged from within his softness and immaturity.
“Nothing is absolute. I’m only saying it’s a possibility.” The willow tree didn’t deny it.
The little guy immediately clenched his little fists and his eyes were blinking brightly. He gained a sense of yearning and expectation.
