The tree has known, as well as stone
the strength it takes to bend
For trees are rooted deeply
Precious foliage to nurture and tend.
A chilling breeze through idle leaves
Just blew the tree away
While bestowing warmth on a shaded face
A back draft thaw was taking place.
Yet trees are trees and stone is stone
Dependent moss on both has grown
What purpose, fate, do you suppose
Had in its mind with stats like those?
The mingling of trees with priceless gems
Emerge as a treasure known as friends.