the little boy

sat all alone.

his teacher says

'go play.'

he doesn't look up.

the little boy

sits all alone.

he hums softly,

so quiet,

to his favorite song.

it's an old one.

one his mother used to sing.

the little boy

is sitting all alone.

he looks up,

counting the branches

of the closest tree.

a little girl stands alone

watching a lonely boy.

he is looking down

so she walks over.

the little girl sits.

the little boy

isn't sitting alone.

he looks over

to see her

counting branches.

"There's 65 on that one,"

he whispers to her.

she smiles and so does he.

That was the begining of our friendship.