Dear Friend

Dear friend, 

How are you?

I must confess,

That mine eyes have not seen,

Your beautiful tress. 


Of green leaves,

And long boughs, 

And fresh, gentle touch. 


I miss you, 

My friend,

Oh, oh so much. 


I miss how the sunlight, 

Would shine down his face,

And tickle our toes,

With his golden lace. 


I miss the warm feel, 

Of your bark 'gainst my skin,

As I climbed up to watch, 

The whole world begin. 


Though I am a man now, 

I still yearn to see, 

Anything so lovely, 

As my friend, the tree.


This poem is about: 
Our world


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