<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=477479" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Chestnut Tree (For Anne Frank)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">On a winter morning<br>you climbed the ladder to the attic with Peter.<br>He chopped wood for about a quarter of an hour<br>and you watched him silently. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then you looked out<br>from the open window<br>and marvelled at the stunning views of the city, <br>the roofs, the streets and the canals of Amsterdam.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An azure sky curved down <br>kissing a pale blue horizon<br>and white seagulls with outstretched wings <br>were gliding on the wind. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Standing bare in the inner garden<br>Shiny silver drops perched on the branches<br>Of the lonely chestnut tree<br>near the house at Keizersgracht 188. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And you found comfort and solace <br>in all this simple beauty of nature. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">As long as such beauty exists in the world, <br>You said, and you may live to see it, <br>‘this sunshine, the cloudless sky, <br> while this lasts’, you ‘cannot be unhappy’<br> you wrote in your Diary on February 23,1944.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By now, for almost two years, <br>you and your family lived in hiding<br>at the house behind the Prinsengracht. <br> <br>I was still free in my native land then<br>and attended the public school.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Paul+Hartal">Paul Hartal</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=477479" data-title="The Chestnut Tree (For Anne Frank) de Paul Hartal" data-description="On a winter morning you climbed the ladder to the attic with Peter. He chopped wood for about a quarter of an hour and you watched him silently. Then you looked out from the open window and marvelled at the stunning views of the city, the roofs..."></div> </div> </div>

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