short stories, past perhaps

Weeping Willow Tree

Waving farewell to his ocean friends, the Wolf Eel joined him for a swim.

He remembered Oarfish's oath, then walked the desert and found curves more tender than his friends.

Because of the Driver's ants, he lodged in the snowy mountain and confirmed branches angled as sharp as those teeth.

The final stardust swallowed him into Cloud 81 where happiness blossoms in the spring.

Four-eyed friend, shared that when his tears dried up, they resembled withered leaves of weeping willow tree.

He wakes up to see the willow tree, by the fresh water of spring, weeping and weeps.