friendships are like seeds planted
at the chestnut farm.
they need a little tenderness
to sprout roots and bear fruit.

when the soil is rich in honesty,
and the seeds showered daily
with unconditional love,
majestic trees of friendship evolve
with opulent branches
and succulent leaves.

the raging storms will come and go.
the fickle skies will rain and snow.
but through it all, it’s good to know
that seed you planted long ago
bloomed into a trusted friend.

ayo

~ P