Old snag...

This old cottonwood was lightning struck many years ago and still stands tall and proud. It owns no small branches...no leaves have graced it in decades. A small sprig that grew directly behind it is now a full-fledged tree and has wrapped its leafy arms around the old snag...giving it some warmth...a touch. I think it may have crumpled to the ground if it hadn't had that touch, that friend so near. It always brings up a phrase from a song I used to sing: "...your friendship, like a cloak, is the only thing I wear."