Friday, November 18, 2016

The Tree


I think of friendship as a tree
That grows in sun or shade:
From seedling to sapling to gnarled old age,
Growth ring added, season to season.
Rooted deep in the heart's bedrock,
This tree holds fast in storm or stress:
It bends with the wind; it does not break.
Friendship seen as a flower is lovely;
But I like to see it as a tree
That greens for all eternity.

~ Minnie Klemme

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