by
Tyana
riendship is like a tiny flower,
growing steadily stronger in the Spring,
pushing upward with frail power,
eager for the nourishment the sun will bring,
but if the sun were to withhold his light,
like friends do when they contend,
the frail flower would be in a horrible plight,
and the friendship put to an end,
but if the sun again would shine,
and the friendship patched back together,
on sunshine then the flower would dine,
and the friends would be friends forever,
and the flower would grow beautiful and strong,
and in your heart forever, it would belong.
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