Visit With an Old Friend
Do you mind if we meet at your wooded feet, to keep the sun out of my eye?
You’re looking grand as the swirling winds twine ‘round your leafy hair.
It must feel good as Mother Nature soothes you all the way up there.
As your mighty branches twist and turn, and reach in silent sound,
I lie sheltered by your shadow and your soft and fertile ground.
I’m free to sit and contemplate past days of joy and pain;
When I sought you out in refuge amidst the sun and wind and rain.
I have come to you so many times, as your loyalty was true;
And you listened to my every word as you helped to get me through.
What would it be a friend so strong might ever ask of me?
If I could know... I’d make it so, my dear and trusted tree.
Remember when ones so small sat ‘round your grassy floor?
We’d share the day and play and play, ‘til we could stay no more.
And always in our journey home we’d turn for one last glance;
And there you’d be, my dear old tree, waving love with every branch.
And as those ones so small did grow, they’d visit on their own.
Alone they’d walk to sit and talk just like they’ve always known.
They told you what they felt inside; they’d laugh, they’d cry, they’d sing.
The freedom that they felt with you enveloped everything.
Our visits now are random; so sadly few these days;
But constant is your flowing strength and the role that it still plays.
And when our conversations take that turn... reflectively,
They ask if I’ve been out to see their dear and loving tree.
I’ll tell them that we talked a while and that you’re doing fine.
I’ll tell them that you miss them…those little ones of mine.
And one last thing I’ll tell them when my life is near its end;
I’d like to spend my final days at the foot of my old friend.