It's neither the tree,
Nor its rustling leaves,
But the moments
That I spent
Together with my friends.
It's neither the tree's branches,
Nor the chirping brood in the nest,
But the songs
That I sang with my friends.
It's neither the tree's platform,
Nor the loitering dogs,
But the candid conversations
That I had with my friends.
When I returned here
After decades,
The only thing
That I missed
Were my friends,
The moments,
The songs,
And the conversations,
That have made
This tree indelible
In my heart.
