– The Three Trees Waiting

There were three trees, standing close together like best friends. They had no leaves yet—just soft moss on their trunks and quiet branches reaching out, as if they were holding hands.

Spring was slow this year. The trees were a little cold, a little tired. But they didn’t complain. They whispered to each other,
“It’s okay. We’ll wait.”

They had waited through many winters before. They knew that even if the sun took a while, it would come. The flowers would bloom, and little birds would come back to sing.

So the three trees stood quietly, close and still, just waiting—together.