Like a plump seed, rich with promise
Of growth and flush branching
Springs the idea of a friendship
That will endure life and ravaging
There is hope shy, timorously tender
A twenty four carat witnessing?!
Of you that is more than their
reflection
In that moment begins the dying
One day you do not water the bond
Then ease out on the weeding
A veto on mulch is bound to bring
Whispering wheeze from sapling
Rooted in that yawning pain
Bothered at the blighting
Combating blast and howl and
canker
The cusp comes into sighting
And yet it weathers the life
force hardy
Through night and day yet smiling
For ties do not make us
We execute the tying!
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