We often meet in walks of life.
Those who are strange of face;
But they oftimes in passing,
Have left the faintest traceOf something we can hardly name,
But, still, must own it's there;
A something that in passing,
Has left our lives more fair.And may there not, in meeting here,
Within this forest grand,
A friendship been cemented,
A friendship that will stand.We meet, we part, we know not how,
Or when again we'll meet.
But there is, in forest friendship,
A something rare and sweet.And may it be in after years,
These days you'll each recall,
And linger then with fondness
On the crowning scene of all.The forest; with its stately trees,
So large and straight and grand,
A monument to friendship,
For in unity they stand.Not a chord that is not vibrant
With harmony supreme;
Take them ever for your guidance.
Then you'll know what friendship means______________
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PoetryStatus~ COMPLETED Welcome to my Poetic World 💞 Start date- 6th July 2021 Ongoing...