Tree of Life

Friendship is like a tree,

It branches out both ways,

For it is thee,

That many say,

The base is the start,

It branches out,

Many ways,

Up,

Down,

Left,

Right,

And everywhere in between.

Best friends are like angels,

God had sent you to me,

To bring me up

High and low,

I don’t care what others say,

What they think,

We’re best friends,

Since the day we met,

From then on,

We did what best friends do,

Let’s keep doing that.

Cherishing our memories,

The thoughtless fights,

Arguments,

Oh what fun.

Then the separation,

Some may say.

No, just an expansion,

Friendships are like trees,

They branch out,

In every which ways,

Promise me,

Not to be mad,

Or be jealous,

For we grow with many,

Many,

Friends.

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