My Best Friend Doesn'T Speak English

I have a best friend. He doesn't speak English, but He lets me ask him anything- He's got big brown eyes that watch As the world goes by like falling stars- He just watches, always watches... He's too warm for North American winter, Shrinks from snowballs like firecrackers, But then we go for ice cream, eat it Walking in the park- We complain about how cold we are But love the taste of the open air Too much to go back to the car yet... Besides, maybe he's only a little Taller than I am, but he's still Big enough to shield me from The worst of the wind chill- He seems bigger here, somehow, Taller among the trees... I ask him what he dreams of, He says, "De Guatemala." I ask him what he dreams; He tells me about the coa-coa trees, Orange trees, mango, tangerine... How he lived by a river, Went swimming every day Since it was always summer- Tells me until my head is full Of so much color that I wonder How he can stand the oppressive Weight of so much of gray... It's been gray for so long, here... He tells me how when he's sad He always comes to the park Because the trees feel like peace. I ask him why he gets sad- He says sometimes, he misses home, But sometimes he doesn't know... But that's okay- Sometimes neither do I... My best friend and I decide To come to the park Together more often.