And sometimes in
Life someone sees
More promise in
Us than we
See in ourselves
This is called
Hope be the
Acorn toppled from
Limb left to
Bury sleep and
Sprout turning into
It’s own oak
Giving shade to
Others worry not
About yourself for
Others will make
You into what
Whatever you were
Meant to be
Sometimes to them
Other times to
The entire world
Oh and like
That one star
That I spy
On the East
Horizon you lay
In your bed
Just as luminous
Hovering there it
Outshines the others
Giving definition to
The heavenly orbs
Just as you
Give definition to
The word friend
The end of
Something is never
Easy but is
Required to start
Something new we
Hear the oooo’s
And aahhh’s of
Autumn but never
The wish to
Be a leaf
For just one
More sweet day
One young one
Old one fresh
One seasoned one
Bright one muted
One blossoming one
Falling one erupting
One settling one
Fresh one dried
One silly one
Serious one spicy
One sweet one
Confident one cautious
One blazing one
Ash one popping
One smoky one
Quiet one chatty
One won the
One heart of
The other one
We are taking
The time to
Discover strolling through
The forests of
Each other catching
Glimpses of subtleties
Dimples and sleepy
Eyes smiles and
Curled fingers in
Repose we are
Each a tree
With trunk and
Canopy that sprouts
And eventually falls
One an oak
The other willow
One stalwart the
Other draping no
One better yet
Different in this
Forest we are
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 