Hug a tree – although it is
three times your height,
three times your age,
and its bark is stronger
than your skin. Hug it
because it is there.

Hug a child – although
she or he, when upright,
barely reaches your knees;
still giggles at darting spirits,
and has cotton-soft skin.
Hug him or her just because.

Copyright 2012
A. J. Hayes
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