Friends Forever
Friends Forever
I always want to be as young as spring
As young as flowers blooming in the grass
And smell the sweet perfume such blossoms bring
And never let such simple beauty pass
I always want my best friend at my side
As young as I, forever and a day
One bright spring day to wander far and wide
Becomes forever,never slips away
I always want the sky to be as blue
As on the day my friend and I first met
As ancient trees remember to renew
Their flowers in the spring, I won’t forget
How we were young as spring eternally
My friend, your friend I always want to be
The Color of Friendship
I went to give my friend a gift today,
a friendly gift of yellow, red and blue.
My friend, you see, was feeling kind of gray,
so color seemed a friendly thing to do.
She said, “I like this yellow, bright and sweet;
it seems to want to spread itself around.
And red! You read my mind. So bold and neat,
like something that was lost but now is found.”
“This blue,” she cried and held it in the air,
“is light and soft; it makes a happy noise.”
So yellow, red and blue were everywhere;
my friend had filled her world with all their joys.
Together we enjoyed this splendid scene,
then noticed orange, purple, and some green.
Daisy Chains
Daisy Chains
Our friend takes time to make us daisy chains
By gently tying flowers one to one.
And as she makes them, quietly explains
That each will be a symbol when its done.
Each flower represents a love that’s pure;
Each stem is strength that nourishes the soul;
Each knot is trust in which we are secure;
And once they make a circle they are whole.
And so we pluck the daisies from the field
And bring them to our friend with eager haste.
Our love, our strength, our trust are gently sealed
By her into whose hands our gifts are placed.
As carefully she ties them end to end
We see just what it takes to make a friend.