A silent friend

Green, green — everywhere green,

In shapes and shades yet all unseen.

Though every hue may seem apart,

They share the same, a leafy heart.

Fascinating, isn’t it so?

How colors shift as sunsets glow?

From dawn to dusk, her tones rearrange,

Yet through it all, she does not change.

She stands so still by walls and ways,

Unmoving through the nights and days.

Just watching life from up above,

A silent soul, a friend with love.

She bears the weight of joy and pain,

The laughter loud, the silent strain.

In summer's blaze, she does not flee,

But offers shade to you and me.

The clouds then see her burdened form,

And send cool rain, a soft reform.

From crown to root, she's gently kissed,

By drizzling drops of morning mist.

She dances when the breezes blow,

In whispered tunes so sweet and low.

Again she shields us from the rain,

A quiet guard through joy or strain.

She listens though she cannot speak,

Her comfort strong, her presence meek.

We may not hear, yet she replies,

In rustling leaves and gentle sighs.

A world without her — dry, unkind,

A desert both to heart and mind.

I love her grace, her branches bend,

Forever true — my silent friend.