a fresh start of our friendship....

the old friendship whithered, stood in the cold morning, drops of dew frozen on the branches of the brown crooked trunk. it looked miserable, yet it was past, a history in the new spring dawn....
as hours pass by, sprouts shoot silently from the dry depleted grounds, forcing their way to meet the first ray of sunlight, twisting and turning, strive and perservere till the sound of soil breaking, the moment of hope was heard...only one little plant succeeded....
what a tiny plant. can it hold still to the ground even? will it survive through the wild busy environment that never rests? we'll never know... but it is a hope...
" thou shall live with dignity and honour" said the tiny plant.
in the night,
it feeds on the old whithered trunk, juicing the smallest drop of nutrient from the brown wrinkled bark...
in the day,
it grows slowly, enjoying the light yet satisfyingly warm ray of sun...
in the night,
it cries silently, listening to the sorrow of the nightingale, singing an eerie tune of nocturne, afraid, yet helpless...
in the day,
it cherishes the hardworking ants which lived neighbouring side by side with it, in and out working all day long...
the most ordinary plant that lead an ordinary life, succeeded in living in this wild violent world...

and thats the fresh start of our friendship....nothing special, but long lasting....