What is a Friend?

I saw you there, gently twisting your hair,
As if to wring dull despair from your mind,
I came to you and I asked you to share,
And lo! Two thin vines became intertwined,

As yellowed love letter, you gently unfold,
We find a small seed sequestered in there,
‘Neath layers of years in darkness untold,
'Twas wrapped in regret and starv-ed for air,

We breathed; and fortune, it started to bloom,
By light from these panes we placed in that wall,
Now here's a nurs’ry that once was a tomb,
Glorious sun to replace darkened pall,

My friend, I’m here for your gardening needs,
Call me whenever; I’ll help you pull weeds.

​- Scott Alexander McKenzie