His name is Eternity

He is tall, strong and hovers over my backyard in a protective manner. He is graceful and has tremendous peace. He is wise.

Him and I have developed a wonderful relationship in the past year since I moved here. We have an agreement; an understanding: I talk to him about my problems and he listens without any interruption with a heart full of love. He doesn't judge me. In return, he sheds his leaves onto the backyard and I sweep them away where either they go back to mother earth or the winds takes them. I am amazed by his shedding ability. I wish I could shed like that and get rid of my old and destructive ideas, memories and thoughts. But instead I talk, he takes it in and sheds for me. It's a perfect relationship.

I have decided to name him Eternity because he was here before I got here and will remain here after I am gone. And that by itself is eternity for me.

My new friend is a tree.