The Beauty of Friendship

In the summer, a special wind blows,
It carries a promise that is sweet,
A promise of friendships new and old,
Friendships that will be precious,
Friendships that will be valued forever.

It may be on a chance encounter,
It may be in a class or the library,
Wherever we may meet, it is a time of joy,
As we renew the friendship that was,
As we grow the friendship that will be.

Friendships can be like rose’s,
As they bloom and the blossom,
Only then can the true value of the rose,
Only then can the true value of the friendship,
Becomes truly apparent and priceless.

As we recall the times that we have shared,
The conversations as we walked,
The funny times that we shared,
The math times, and the boring times,
Then we realize that we are friends.

Friends are there to help us,
They are here to help comfort us,
They are there to guide us,
They help inspire us and,
They support us, and defend us.

As friends, may we always remember,
The good, and bittersweet times.
The chances we had to talk and learn,
The times we had to play and work,
The times that we listened, and shared.

Time without those that you call friends,
Is like being a wanderer in the desert.
It is a dry and lonely experience,
Only redeemed by the fact,
That at the end of the journey,
You and your friends will be together.

Written By: Jordan Smith