Let's Build Our Friendship
Imagine! An old oak tree stood solely
In the fall of wilderness
Under the cloudless sky in its darkness
And the wind whistling but in forceless thread
You, the son of red robin,
Learnt to fly for that first worm
Fear not from the violent tide
But a cloud to a great storm
I envy your wings to my arms
To reach your highest flights
For mine is to toil this ground
Deep to my nails to seed mine
Not yours! Neither should I share
But If my destroyers make you live
You're my best friend to be around
Here you sing, while my fingers dance
On these pebbles, scab of my soil,
Make them two fingers your beak
To nip each one to my side
Until this house is your home
Truly! Two strangers take time to build their friendship - with patience to know each other, to give and take of what must be shared, to define their differences without insults, and to remain faithful whatever the distance, the height, the fame have their fortune laid on their hands.
poem by Efren Petalver Carranza
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
No comments until now.