Friendship Is like a Flower
Friendship is like a flower,
Glowing in its glory,
Each and every seed,
Telling its own story.
As each flower blooms,
And then continues to grow,
More of its strength and knowledge,
Continues to show.
And like a garden,
It blooms much more fair,
When carefully tended,
By those who care.
Once in a while,
You come across a friend,
Who is beautiful as a flower,
With a good heart to lend.
So I picked this flowers,
And pulled it apart,
And soon all its pieces,
Grew into my heart.
But what I realized,
Is that this flower that grew,
Was not leaves and petals,
But pieces of you.
Your love and kindness,
Your strength and power,
Have helped me grow,
Into my own little flower.
And now with our friendship,
I’ll never let go,
And we can help other,
To flower and grow.
Tuesday, 26 August 2008
Friendship Is like a Flower
Posted by ~WuShUg@L~ at 5:12:00 pm
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Tuesday, 26 August 2008
Friendship Is like a Flower
Friendship Is like a Flower
Friendship is like a flower,
Glowing in its glory,
Each and every seed,
Telling its own story.
As each flower blooms,
And then continues to grow,
More of its strength and knowledge,
Continues to show.
And like a garden,
It blooms much more fair,
When carefully tended,
By those who care.
Once in a while,
You come across a friend,
Who is beautiful as a flower,
With a good heart to lend.
So I picked this flowers,
And pulled it apart,
And soon all its pieces,
Grew into my heart.
But what I realized,
Is that this flower that grew,
Was not leaves and petals,
But pieces of you.
Your love and kindness,
Your strength and power,
Have helped me grow,
Into my own little flower.
And now with our friendship,
I’ll never let go,
And we can help other,
To flower and grow.
Friendship is like a flower,
Glowing in its glory,
Each and every seed,
Telling its own story.
As each flower blooms,
And then continues to grow,
More of its strength and knowledge,
Continues to show.
And like a garden,
It blooms much more fair,
When carefully tended,
By those who care.
Once in a while,
You come across a friend,
Who is beautiful as a flower,
With a good heart to lend.
So I picked this flowers,
And pulled it apart,
And soon all its pieces,
Grew into my heart.
But what I realized,
Is that this flower that grew,
Was not leaves and petals,
But pieces of you.
Your love and kindness,
Your strength and power,
Have helped me grow,
Into my own little flower.
And now with our friendship,
I’ll never let go,
And we can help other,
To flower and grow.
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