A seed, gently planted in the ground, sprouts and florishes with attention and pruning, just as friendship grows.
It starts with a friendly hello, and then eventually you realize that you couldn't live without it, yes, friendship grows.
In leaps and bounds, it brings joy, and sorrow to all that know it,
but yet, friendship grows.
In our hearts, in our lives, it is the blood that keeps us alive,
Friendship, I'm so glad I've found it.
OK, maybe not one of my better spur of the moment poems, but I think you all get the gist of what I am saying. This is me signing off, until next time......