Friends


Like sweet blossoms
Of spring,
Friends 
Come into our lives,
Fragrant and floating,
Bringing joy
To rainy days,
And nurturing our souls.
Friends are
Like prayers ascending
In the amethyst skies of Morning
Arousing our awareness 
To the coming Light of 
A majestic dawn.
Friends…. are the very core
Of our appled dreams,
Giving us sweetness 
And the seeds of hope.
Friends…
Give us more than
A ration, meagerly meted out
For the road ahead…
They sustain us!

Sharon Frye