Tree of friendship

I stand beneath
this growing tree.
This growing tree of love.

And as i stand,
below this tree.
I see the branches,
and the leaves.

I think to myself,
as i stand under the tree.
How lucky am i, to have these friends.
To have them surround me.
To be with me.
To care for me.

How lucky am i?
I ask the tree.
Lucky as can be.