As the day ebbs toward dusk,
You show your heart to me.
Framed in sun and shadow—
Quiet light among the trees.
And I have not forgotten
All the times we have talked
On these sojourns to the forest
As through your woods I walked.
Your branches bending low
For my own heart to embrace,
Your world of such wonder
Onto my soul is traced.
I will stand with you always;
I will never let you down
From the roots sunk below me
To the top of your crown.
And so I write for you,
My friend, as I always do,
For never was there another
More stalwart or more true.
Ever your winding brook
Sings its lilting song to me:
Come again into the forest
And live among the trees.
© 2016 L. Diana Henderson
This photo was taken in the woods behind my home. You may notice the red heart to the right of the tree in the foreground. What a gift!