Wood

I have a friend,
He is stable
Strong like wood
Bendable but stuck

Splinters in his heart
Put there by prickly roses
An oak which bends his twigs
Wedging damages out

Sap bleeding from wounds
Sunshine will restore his bark
More rings inside will edify him
Only growing from this moment

He tells me he’s finished
Swaying in the winds
Greeting the moons
He is done welcoming the sun