in fond rememberance of an old friend

i once knew a man, eight feet tall and five feet wide , he was. as sure as his eyes were his sweet smile left something warm on you from that great height. he was made of warm colors and the sunlight seemed to filter through him with a golden yellow. he was tree trunk rings of age wrapped around his belly. his words were silent, and often nothing more than an assured sweet hum that reverberated it’s way up to your heart. when they took him apart they found he was all held together by small golden screws.