DO NOT LOSE LOVE…
In a nameless city a tree stayed awake at night thinking of the sun, with roots deep in the earth and branches high toward the sky.
One day, the wind became heavy, and the leaves began to fall – not because autumn had come, but because the sky had forgotten the rain.
Footsteps passed on the street, some small, some tired, counting stars, and the walls counted them in silence, as if afraid of their own voice.
But a little bird didn’t know how to hold a grudge. It only sought a branch to land on without fear.
Far away, a mother spoke to the window in a low voice: “Don’t close the light tonight – hope is coming, because someone is looking for the way.”
And the night, which had seen much, bowed its head over the city.
Then the tree whispered: “Don’t break the branch that tomorrow will give you shade. Don’t frighten the bird that only knows how to sing. For the earth doesn’t ask much, just for a sky to remain open.”
At dawn, no flag spoke, no stone shouted.
Only a small flower bloomed between the cracks of the road… it was born.
And whoever saw it, understood without asking: Sometimes peace doesn’t come with noise. It is born where a heart decides not to lose love.