Trees Write Poems

Last night, I heard kinds of weak but soft voices whispered near to my ear.

"I'm afraid to be a grown up ."
"Hey,dont be.
  Growing up is not the problem , forgetting is."

Do you know The Little Prince?
The boy who dressed in green with a yellow scarf and came from B612 planet.

Have you ever see him? Whether he was there in your dream,or in the book or in the movie.
I'm sure that you must have met him somewhere,You don't remember anymore? Hmm...It doesn't matter, the memories are still in your deepest mind, you just need some time to grope for it.

Only with heart that one can see rightly , what is essential is invisible to the eyes.

Bear in mind,
you just try to not lose it. Never lose the soul of the child living inside you. Never force him or her to hide or pretend that they are not exist.

The Little Prince is now beside me.
He is watching me to draw “the place where he first arrived on earth and where he left” on my arm by henna.
Based on Antoine ,it is the loveliest and saddest place in the world.But somehow it's undeniable a place full of stories with laughter and tears.
A symbol that will be served as a reminder to me.

The Little Prince laughs,he says : " The most important part is hidden from the eyes!"
I chuckle,"Like the breeze in the morning ,like the true feelings hide behind a poker face,like the blushing face of a girl or boy,like your silhouette on one of the stars in the sky. "

The adults do tell me 1+1=2 , but I think that 1+1 = ∞ .
You see ,
Star + Star＝Stars
Tree + Sunshine ＝Oxygen
Book + coffee = Healing
World map + non-stop-beating heart = Hope


TIYO