A friend
A friend is like a flower,
A rose to be exact.
Or maybe like a brand-new gate,
That never comes unlatched.
A friend is like
an owl,
Both beautiful and wise.
Or perhaps a friend is like a ghost,
Whose spirits never dies.
A friend is like those blades of grass,
You can
never seem to mow.
Standing straight and tall and proud,
In a perfect little
row.
A friend is like a heart that goes,
Oh strong until the end.
Where would we be in this world,
If we did not have friends?
