There comes a time in the existence of every tree that it has to shed its old leaves. The very part that has provided it with brilliance of an emerald, the fraction that for an instant has gathered nutrition for its being. For a time, we will witness its splendor uncovered, exposing its minute branches. This as the tree gathers its might to spur out new twigs that would take the place of the old fallen leaves. And as the fresh leaves starts to develop, once again, the grandeur of the mighty wood blossoms, far more than how we remember it was.
Likewise, for any living being, life is not permanent. At a destined time, one shall depart from his world and let new generations carry on. One might be leaving behind a fortune, or successors at an impoverish state. All the same, it is not the leaving or what was left that matters, but how the new ones resolve what was left for them. Their acts would determine the future of what has been handed over.
Dito sa bakuran ko, may isang matandang puno na kinatatakutan ko kung tuluyang matutuyo. Ito ngayon ay nasa panahon ng pag-lalagas. Isa-isa nang bumabagsak sa lupa ang mga dahon. Ang iba’y nadala na ng hangin sa kabilang bakurang hindi ko matanaw. Ang ilan naman, bagamat sa wari ko, sa isang malakas na ihip, tila mapapadpad, matatag pa rin na nakakapit sa sanga na nagbibigay buhay. Mayroon akong nakikita, ilang mga mumunting sibul, nakakapag-pabawas sa aking mga pangamba. Naka-atang sa mga bagong usbong, kung ito ay magiging ganap na dahon, ang katatagan ng puno.
Sa ngayon, patuloy ko lang didiligin upang ang dahon ay lumago at ang puno patuloy na tumayog.
Sana ay hindi ito ang wakas ng istorya ng punong ito!
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