Le serenitate sub le kumei
The Serenity Under the Kumei
Dark, grey clouds are hanging in the sky.
The kumei, the ancient tree that has lived through countless ages, sits silently on this hill, with its stature dwarfing everything around it, and the top leaves piercing through the clouds.
A glimmer of light pierces through the clouds. The world suddenly seemed brighter as the fields reflected the golden light. I stood up to marvel in the scenery, as I have not seen anything like it in a long time.
Then, I decided to get lost in the fields with a dance.
I stop for a moment to appreciate the world once more. The sky is brighter than ever. The wind is silent, and the world is serene. Time seemed to have stopped.
I remember that day when I gathered in the city with my friends for the last time. The sky was dusty, but it was as bright as it is right now, and we were all smiling, resolving to meet again under the kumei.
Now, I am alone in this world, uncertain whether I will always be. I look up at the kumei, and the clearing sky above it. I close my eyes, feeling the wind in my face. I know that we will see each other again, and I look forward to that day. I will be enjoying this solitude until then. On that thought, I decided to get lost in the fields again.