THIS FRIEND
This friend is a worm
He feeds on hosts
Made of woven lines
This friend is a sun
He indiscriminately shines
On every seed
Buried under the shallow earth
This friend is Rome
It took many labourers
Many blood-draining-days to build
This friend is a world
He stomached many nations
A father of many languages
And many colours
This friend is bigger
Than I can paint in letters