The Ties of Friendship

In the nursery of our lives, where many seeds are planted,

Friendship is the bloom that with time and care has developed.

It sprouts in each season, through daylight and through downpours,

A bond that knows no restrictions, in satisfaction as well as torment.

It's the chuckling while words are difficult to come by,

The shoulder that you rest on, the harmony that quiets your psyche.

A hand connects when the world has dismissed,

A light that guides you forward, when you've lost yourself.

Friendship is the quiet settlement, the commitments implicit,

The delicate patching of a heart that used to be almost broken.

It's the tales that we share, the insider facts kept so close,

The grasping look that understands what makes the biggest difference.

As the years progressed and miles that stretched, however, time might float us far,

Friendship is consistent, similar to the North Star in obscurity.

It's a fortune not of gold, but rather of minutes rich and valid,

A tradition of adoration, in all that we do.

So here's to friends, the picked not many, who walk this way with effortlessness,

Who fill our lives with importance, and make the world a hotter spot.

In the embroidery of life, with each string and shade,

Friendship is the magnum opus that winds around every one of us once again.