It's funny how some friendships fade away,
Well, actually, almost all.
While others seem to grow by the day,
Into a flowering tree, strong and tall.
It starts with a tiny seed,
At the time, unknowingly sown.
And then bursting out of the soil, freed.
And we joyously realize what has been born.
Watered, but not with water.
Fed, but not by sunlight.
Rather with teasing and laughter,
Crazy days and late nights.
Yes. There was a storm. It had to be.
And seemingly it split that tree apart.
Yet here we are, you and me,
Still sharing one heart.
Not literally of course,
That would be gross.
Its just that you see,
You mean the world to me.
Mannn, I love the pic that i found for this one... sooo pretty... i'll even admit, it wouldn't look nearly as good if it was in black :P
