Friends

Friends

It’s funny how friendships can grow…
Sometimes like a tree, determined and slow,
Sometimes like a weed in any old place,
Sometimes like air-fern, without any base.
Our friendship, so natural and free,
Seems like a wildflower to me.
A perennial one that always come back,
One that neglect will never turn black.
Like the bluebonnets in Texas, it will always be here.
You know you can count on it, year after year.
So go where you must, land where you will…
Knowing the bluebonnets and me are here for you still!