A worn out man slumps his shoulders and reaches down into the iridescent lake. His leaves touch the surface like fingertips gently brushing against a cheek; he performs a dance, gracefully swaying with the wind swishing his light branches to make music—dry rain lands on damp grass, olive on sea green. But through his facade of happiness, he grieves the loss of another for eternity. A secret. The majestic figure with its twisted, gnarly branches, wrinkly with old age: each leaf like a tear dripping down into the puddle at its feet. But through all his misery, he still stands, resisting the urge to fall, to give into the sadness; Silently, avoiding the eyes of onlookers, he cries it away, aging with every passing year. He stands until the birds stop chirping, until the pond dries away into crusting sand. And when all is gone, he finally breaks from the burden he carries upon his back.
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