What is friendship?
It is the crimson blossom of color,
harbored at the height of the blooming flower.
It is the gentle patter of raindrops across a sidewalk,
As you sit at the window, whispering your secret talk.
It is the knowledge that you are million miles away,
But your friend will always close to your heart remain.
How do you know when you’ve found it?
You know, because your friend will come at any hour,
regardless of, or perhaps because, you are angry, sad, or sour.Or you think to yourself “she must lonely; I haven’t called in a day”,
Even though you both know that phones are not your forte.
When all else has blown to bits, and you stand alone,
They step up, face the wind, and you’re never on your own.
And how do you maintain it?
Sacrifice yourself; appreciate the sacrifices they’ve made for you,
Tell them you love them; hug them, even when that’s not what you usually do.
Care for their needs; listen to what they have to tell,
Build a mutual relationship, and confide in them as well.
Be yourself, always give and take equally,
Willing or not, a need is a need, friends are still friends in difficulty.
Truly, what is friendship?
There is the hive, bee, flower, and pollination, then the sweet honey;
The stormy blast, thunderous vibrations, then is it sunny.
Life is hard, but possesses priceless learning,
Friendship is work, but that’s what makes it worth earning.
by Rachel B.
