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10
CYNTHIA: Oh, you're just teasing me. (she gives him a
playful shove) What did they say?
BOY: They said you must strive to stand strong and tall
But also bend with the wind and with the storms.
Of thunder and lightning be not afraid
For one is merely threat and no danger
The other, guided by the hand of fate
And whate'er you do cannot change its will;
The trick lies in judging the difference.
Spread your roots wide and also dig them deep;
They'll give support if you begin to fall.
Fear not the loss of leaves with change of season
For every winter surrenders to a spring.
Nurture new growth and lean towards the light
And to the Mother earth and Father sky
From whence you came, give back as you have taken.
CYNTHIA: The trees said that to me in your dream?
BOY: Something akin to that or to that effect.
CYNTHIA: That's beautiful. (pause) I think I know what
they're trying to say too.
BOY: Then 'tis fortunate that I remembered
And lucky that you did not wake me sooner.
But then again, mayhap the trees would have
Kept me until they had spoken their piece.
CYNTHIA: Where were you in the dream?
BOY: I was the wind and I was watching you.
CYNTHIA: You must be just about sick of the sight of me by
now.
BOY: (matter-of-factly)
Indeed it is becoming tedious.
(breaks into a smile)
If I am sick I turn my back on health.
For that much better it is to be sick.
CYNTHIA: (Smiling, nudges him) Don't hassle me.
BOY: In sooth you seem brighter, no tears this time.
How are things 'twixt you and your step father?
CYNTHIA: I hate him. And now I think I hate my mother too.
BOY: Be not so free with hate it costs you much.
Hate breeds only hate but love fosters love.
CYNTHIA: They've earned it.
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