A solitary tree standing on a green hill with dramatic clouds in the background

Where Is the Friend’s Home?

Where is the friend;s home? I asked the sky, For the night had taken the path in its sigh. The breeze gave a hint with a leaf’s gentle sway, Said, “Beyond the shadows, just a dream away…” In the quiet of the alley, beneath the gaze of light, There lies a house, small – a