| My Haven There was a tree spanned cross the creek; my haven as a kid. I fished from it, I dreamed from it; there was where I went and hid. Its trunk was strong, it never moved, even at those times I'd shake it. No matter what I handed it, I knew that it could take it. The floods and storms that nature wrought, took tolls upon that stalwart tree; but everytime I visited, it beckoned eagerly to me. And even now, with decades passed, that haven lingers in my mind. I haven't seen that tree in years but I have found that place in kind. In you, I found that safe retreat; you let me know I can disclose my secrets, my emotions; and surprisingly, our friendship grows. For I have given to you the ups, the downs, the bad, the good; and yet you're there with open arms, like that sanctuary made of wood. Your soothing words are like the leaves that sheltered me within their shade; calming like the water as I watched the ripples that it made. And like that tree across the creek, our friendship runs both ways; giving, taking, sharing joys and stress, our daily maze. One day as we reminisce reflections will be warm and cleared. The clouded water run downsteam, and ripples all but disappeared. And I will see your image With a smile most probably, as a sturdy sheltered haven like my childhood memory tree. |
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| Dedicated to my friend, Tom. |