Friendship, The Name Of A Tree Poem by Aimanu B. Ali

My friend, you said to me,
'Do not maintain a relation.'
You asked me to maintain life,
Life in a relation.
And I knew, what I should do.
Sow the seed of friendship,
In some corner of your heart.
Air and water it day and night,
With love and care, and wait
Patiently for the life to grow.
The life grows day by day,
Into a beautiful tree called friendship.
My friend, you are my tree.
In its shade my tired soul will rest.
Your soft murmuring words
Like the rustling of the leaves,
Will soothe my torn, bleeding heart.
Your arms are the branches,
Wrapped around my frail body
To steady my faltering steps.
Day after day I nurture the tree
With love, care and the tears.
My upturned face looks up,
Eyes pleading you in silence,
'Do not uproot my tree.'
Let the life you've talked of
Flow through from roots to leaves.
Together we'll tend to it.
It'll be our tree with a swing
Hanging from its branch.
With feet in the air
Sitting side by side
We will while away
Our time in blissful solitude.