My dead soul is notified as a child opened my book, Poems Exposed, on Wattpad. He flicked the pages and ceased at Tree of Wishes. Curiously, he reads it. As he proceeded, I noticed he closed it by half, and took Whatsaap. He commanded Mommy and the chats opened for him. 'Mommy, I just read 'Shades of a Tree'. What's a Tree?'

The 'Mommy' sent him some pics of trees.

But, mommy, the shades?
Does this pic give us shade?

Oh,dear son!
Could you move out of our house. I shall lead you to a real one.

Okay.

He searched for the door of his house and moved out. Seemed like a tourist.

Now turn left and walk forth. There you will see something almost like, but smaller to, the pics I sent you.

His mouth opened wide at the sight.

It will have some blade like things all around. Like the logo of that game you used to play. Sorry, I don't remember the name. It's called leaf.

He raises a hand to it. Hard. Stout.
I was bewildered. A leaf??!

On the top you would see something like, but bigger to, a bulb of our house. That's called a bud.

His fingers rose to caress it. Stiff. Firm. Harsh.
My eyes popped out. A flower bud??!

I couldn't wait to see more. I just want the beautiful nature of my memories. And not this gentle-less face of Nature.
Every beauty will fade.
Or men will make them fade.