Friendship is so much like the flowers,
It starts with a simple seed.
Withering without encouraging showers,
Broken by the weeds.
But by sprinkling it with gentle words,
The transformation will soon show.
Catching the eye of single birds,
The wonder we shall know.

As it takes root,
It may grow sturdy or frail,
Relying how much effort into it, we may put,
Its petals grow vivid or pale.
As the years blow away like the wind,
It is obvious to see,
That through thick and thin,
I've been blessed by a flower
That has always stood next to me.