𝓐𝓼 𝓪 𝓼𝓹𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓫𝔀𝓮𝓫 𝓸𝓯 𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮...

𝓦𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓲𝓰𝓷𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓼...

𝓞𝓯 𝓮𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓽 𝓽𝓸𝓰𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻...

𝓞𝓻 𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓽 𝓰𝓸!

Do you know, my friend what I did today?
I picked up a fallen acorn from an ancient oak tree growing in a nearby woods....
Then I hurriedly carved upon it our names...
And utmost tenderly planted it into the smiling soil of my little garden!

Do you know, dear,why did I do so?
For if you ever forget me, my friend, I would call upon the roots of my planted tree to find you...
If you ever have to suffer the heat of bad days...
I would ask the leaves of my growing tree to flutter in the wind so that...
The cool breeze of my consolation reaches your shoulder!
And when a smile will cross your glorious face,
I would know it just by a singing cicada upon the tree on a yellow summery day!

And even if in case we cease to exist, my friend...
The tree would remain to harbour birds to weave tales of you and I...
Our tree would become a meeting point of long lost friends... Even after we are long gone by!

People will forever remember our friendship as the one that nurtured a tree to remain forever alive!