Dear Friend, how good it is to sit once more in the sacred space beneath your dark green canopy. How big you've grown in my absence! I see that you are doing well, casting shadows far beyond your center, spreading branches wide in all directions, fingers pointing to the light.
I well remember the days when you were not so broad and tall; I could circle my arms around you, and stretch to pull myself up to rest among your branches. Countless summer days were spent with my back leaned up against you while I read book after book, heading home only when the sun dropped too far to make out words upon the page.
As I grew older life got harder, far more complicated than those simple carefree days. Often then I came to you, seeing shelter and solace from the cruelties of others that confounded me. You saw my tears, and called the gentle breeze to dry them. Together you soothed my soul with promises of better days whispered through your leaves.
The time came when I was grown and had to move away to start my own life. I remember still the sad goodbye when I embraced you and pledged to always remember what a good friend you'd been. How I missed you as life led me on rocky paths for all those years; I longed for the shelter of your outstretched arms!
Now at last I have come home again, I've come to spend some time and tell you of my journey. Both of us have grown old now, my fingers gnarled like your branches. In these years of approaching sunset, I wanted you to know that, in spite of everything, in the end I learned that life is beautiful, love is real, and peace is always within our reach.
I am happy now, can you believe that? I barely can myself! I love and I am loved, life is good, and very rarely is there reason for shedding tears. Just like you, old friend, I have grown strong from the center outward; I have learned to reach out to others and up to Our Creator. When the end comes I will smile and say "Thank you for this time spent upon the earth," and I will ask that they bring my ashes and return me once again to the sacred space beneath your canopy of leaves.
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