The lone pine reaches out its limbs to the sun
Seeking warmth, light, nourishment
While it folds its secrets within its branches
Hidden creatures it offers shelter asking little in return
And as dew drops cascade down its visage silently falling
It cries alone waiting for the embrace of a gentle breeze to offer solace
To truly know the lone pine and extend the comfort
That only a kindred spirit force can offer
To touch it tenderly, quietly, gently, softly
And ask nothing in return...
For my friend, a kindred spirit, a gentle soul... _lonepine1
