Luna

I never understood why I was so silent when it came to Luna.

She always tell me to slow down and not be so anxious. There are days when I question her and ask myself why.

Why now, why not then.

Luna is a free spirit she believes in miracles she believes in the moment, she believes in the journey, the story, she believes in the good, and in God.

She believes there will be an ending that makes sense. She believes in the possibility of greatness. Luna is my pear tree. She understands me and I understand her. She greets me in the morning, and I tell her about my day.

She listens so well, and she never judges me.

She was a fruit, but she was more than that she was a root. She became a part of me so that I could understand the value of life, the value of time.

Since the moment we planted the seed I knew, I knew her passion would grow inside of me. The timing, the patience, the waiting, the grinding. The long days and sleepless nights. The rainstorms and sunny days, the crying and fighting, the words of wisdom.

The screaming and yelling

The soothing tones and the lullabies.

Tales of romance, and the love stories, the mud and the dirt, the grind and the work.

No days off, the sun, the moon, the stars, the water to dirt. The understanding of life. The compromise, The sacrifice.

When my days fell long, Luna listens to me mourn and she whispers back “life goes on”.

She knows the struggle, but she also knows it will be worth it. Life is hard but life is good.

The beauty and the miracles

The constant growth

The let downs and knockdowns, but the get back up.

The fight, the struggle, the hustle.

The pain and the gain.

The subtilty.

It’s the miracle of life. The questioning, the unanswered, but the understanding, that there will be good days and bad days, long months, and better years. I talk to Luna about my fears sometimes through tears. She is silent but she listens. She is encouraging and inspiring. She admires me and I admire her. I tell her stories of my childhood; I can feel her smile, her laughter is soft but thunderous. She is my pear tree. It’s amazing how much she’s grown how much she knows.

Innocent but stubborn, feisty, and fierce.

She loves the sunlight and the moonlight

I could lay for hours with Luna staring at the sun, watching the clouds move by, dreaming of the ocean waves and better days.

I always have so much to say, and that was okay because Luna knows my pain, she knows my story, she knows me.

She is a friend, there is nothing more I could ask for.

She was there for me when I was torn, and I was there for her through the storms.

I made sure she felt loved and appreciated and it was always reciprocated.

Sometimes I speak out loud, like we were in a crowd, but there's no one around.

There are times I could hear the wind scream through the leaves, as if she's crying out for me.

And days where I would be on my knees begging, asking her to pray for me.

How could it be my best friend was a pear tree.

I’ll always cherish the day we planted that seed.

Luna, our pear tree.