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Tree
Hey there, old friend, how you holding up?
You’re a sturdy soul, standing tall,
A testament to this wild world,
And for that, I raise my cup.
In the blazing sun, you’re my refuge,
Casting shadows where weary hearts roam,
With honor you stand, steadfast and true,
A shelter for those without a home.
Some folks carve their names on your skin,
Leaving scars that tell their tales,
Tributes to the lives they’ve lived,
In the story of the wind and the trails.
Maybe those marks are proof of your grace,
A sign of loyalty through the years,
Dreams of a better place we chase,
Facing our doubts, our hopes, our fears.
So here you are, old friend of mine,
I tip my hat to the strength you share,
In all that you are, so simple, so fine,
A reminder that love is always there.
Rolando Matias
