As I look at this piece of wood,
It reminds me of my friends
A joyous relationship
Branched out to every stem
Through time each has faded
Into the cracks of this stem
Though they remain in my heart
They shall always be called friend.

Life's cycle takes them to branches
Further than from our start
Should the seasons change
With a new blossom in their life
I would gladly renew each friendship
Buried deep within my heart
Unkind is this cycle to each and everyone
It has my understanding
With love I carry on.

Linda D. Smith

Copyright  2004 Linda D. Smith