A Canopy from the Burning Sun

When I think of friendship, I think of a tree.

No one remembers when the seed was sown,

only that it sprouted—small, unassuming

until one day, its branches stretched wide,

a canopy shielding us from whatever life may bring.

It provides us with the air we breathe,

shade from the harshest sun,

and paints our world in the liveliest green.

The roots run deep, anchoring us

when the winds try to steal us away.

Sometimes, we take from it—

a branch here, a leaf there,

whittling them into tools for our own lives.

Yet, the tree never complains.

It only grows, ever steady, ever giving.

What a tragedy it would be,

If we didn’t take care of this tree

Floods have tried to wash it away.

Droughts have tried to dry it up.

Yet, it stood strong, we stood strong

And, I’m looking forward to forever with thee.