My Old Friend

 

Hello majestic wonder,

My old friend,

Where do you start

 And where do you end?

 

What secrets do you hold?

And what lessons do you have for us all

Young 

And old?

 

A mighty yet nurturing figure

Who grounds us through and through,

When I am fatigued and feeling stuck

I move my gaze upwards to your leaves

Wondering what you would tell me to do

 

Your branches

Sit high in the air

Yet hang down like a warm and embracing hug,

Humans aside, your importance remains, as you provide a home and shelter

For the birds, the beetles and the bugs

 

Oh, the things you have endured,

And seen

Yet your kindness and calmness remain

While on the side, you also keep the air clean!

 

When I think to myself ‘what does this all mean?’

And ‘how do I do it?’

Your existence alone, reminds me that it’s not actually important

And that I’ll find a way through it

 

Thank you, old friend

For being a strong figure to turn to

When I feel pain or run in to strife

And for giving us all hope

And the greatest gift of all...life