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The greenery is deepening day by day. I metaphorically interpret the deepening of leaves into verdant foliage as the sorrow of the trees. The leaves of those that bloomed last season must be deepening on their own accord with the sadness of the departed flowers. Then, lost in the joyful imagination that the tree’s blood must be a warm blue light, I press my ear against the trunk of the tree. The planet Earth, where we live, must also be a tree planted in the universe. The blue light created by the leaves vying with one another becomes the blue blood of the tree called Earth, and it is through that blood that the planet Earth shines blue in the vast universe. Are we not living our lives merely enjoying the moment of blooming, unaware of the passion of the flower stalk that pushes the blossom upward? Even for the hollyhock to bloom, there is a time of such intense passion. Human love is the same. This is because love is a flower that blooms after two people have become passionate for one another. You. Just as with the green power that this young hollyhock is pushing up right now, the tree called Earth must be burning with heat throughout its entire body, just like me.
