That Big Pine Tree

That Big Pine Tree

In my mind and in my soul, that big pine tree
Was a gigantic friend and it belonged just to me.
I shared my secrets, my hopes and dreams as it listened -
Sometimes in the morning - as dew still glistened.

That friend always loved me and shared my friendship,
Never condemned, never offered advice. Mighty as a battleship,
Yet tender in its words that drifted down as gentle breezes
Rustling through its thousand bright green needles.

That tree never deserted nor betrayed me all those years ago.
Today - almost sixty years have passed and I know
I was so lucky to have had that friend back then.
Is that pine tree still there and wondering if I'll ever be back?