Today Wednesday, may 13, 2026
There's thia kind of certain peace that lives quietly beneath trees. Not the loud kind of peace, but the soft and peaceful kind that settles gently into the heart.
In the compound of my school stands collection of ancient trees, stretching their branches across the open field like guardians watching over generations of students.
Their dark trunks twist with age and wisdom, while their green leaves dance freely with the wind. At certain moments, tiny reddish-orange blossoms appear among the branches like sparks of fire hidden inside nature’s calmness
. Every day, students walk past them without fully realizing how much life these trees silently carry.
These trees are more than ordinary plants in the soil. They are witnesses. They have watched students welcome nervoued on their first day and leave years later carrying dreams bigger than the school
. They have listened to laughter during break time, heard whispered conversations between friends, lovers and stood quietly through rainy mornings, sunny afternoons, and calm evenings.
buildings may crack and paint may fade, these trees remain standing with unmatched dignity.
Whenever the sun shines through the branches, the entire environment changes. The grass glows brighter, the air feels cooler, and the whole school suddenly breathes with life. Sometimes the wind moves so gently through the leaves that it sounds almost like a conversation between nature and the earth itself. Looking at the trees from afar feels like staring into a painting created by time and patience.
I remember one afternoon like that after classes had ended. Most students had already gone home, and the school compound became unusually quiet. I sat under one of the largest trees with my notebook on my knees. I had been troubled about many things test, exams, expectations, presentation.The world felt too fast, and my mind was heavy. As I sat there, an elderly cleaner slowly approached with a broom in his hand. He noticed me sitting silently.
“You like this tree?” he asked.
I nodded.
He moved closer towrds me and said softly, “This tree was already big when I started working here many years ago. Many students sat under it just like you. Some cried here. Some studied here. Some fell in love here. Today many of them are somewhere in the world. But the tree is still here.”
The tree suddenly felt alive in a different way — . The old man continued sweeping slowly while humming a quiet song, and I remained there thinking about life. Somehow, beneath that shade, my worries became lighter.
Nature has a strange way of healing people without speaking a single word. Trees do not lecture us, yet they teach patience. They stand through storms without giving up.
The beauty of the trees in my school bring students together. Friends gather beneath them to share food and jokes. Some students read books beneath it. Others simply sit quietly, enjoying the breeze after stressful lectures.Without them, the school would feel incomplete.
What makes nature truly special is its ability to remain humble while offering so much. These trees ask for nothing, yet they give shade, beauty, fresh air, and comfort freely to everyone. In a world where people are often too busy chasing success and, nature reminds us to slow down and breathe.
I just hope you guys love my little journey around my achool vicinity and also thank you for the love and support guys ❤️🥺
