Identity regained

I have never seen her, but she is my best friend. The telepathic feelings of love and care I get from her are more than what I have ever got in my life. Now I am enjoying the warmth of sunrise, the beauty of dewdrops falling like gems from the morning leaf, the love of gentle breeze caressing my rough face , now I am enjoying life. I am getting back my identity through my roots, the identity which was burned by a wild fire, the fire which had left half burnt branches and brown leaves in my tree.