The moon in the branches

“The moon is a loyal companion. It never leaves. It’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Every day it’s a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human. Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections.”

Tahereh Mafi

The branches reach into the sky, they seem to reach for the moon.

The seasons are changing, the trees will grow new leaves only to lose them in the next moment, like the moon changes its face through the nights.

The branches grow further and further anyway, they never reach the moon but always the blue sky.

Yesterday is never the same as today, the moon keeps shining and the branches reach for the impossible.