Root Of Friendship

Holiness exists outside these walls,

In the sanctuary of the sun.

Solar beams down its rays,

Warming winter. I needed radiance

Today. I embraced my ancient friend;

My beard scratched her bark.

She giggled, swung her twig branches

Low, and stroked my cheek.

Thank you, Solar, for the pleasing

Aromas you make possible

By sprinkling the land with sun-dew.

Thank you, rainy yesterday,

For watering the world. My feet

Got wet in your puddles, and I

Soaked in your nutrients as if

My toes were my friend’s roots.

Copyright 2013

A. J. Hayes

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