The wisdom of a willow
After gently stroking the feathery branches of the willow that weeps, hoping to relieve its sorrow, the girl retreats from its harbouring shade with a wide smile, feeling utterly accomplished for having consoled the tearful giant.
The willow ruffles its leaves in excitement as it watches the rays of her happiness scatter towards the painted sky. It smiles humbly and raises a branch in farewell.
It was never the one in need of consoling.