The Birth of Friendship

BY CAROLE NICHOLS

Take my hand and walk with me
In the meadow with flowers wild;
Slowly stroll and talk with me
In the sun with gentle breezes mild.

Look in my eyes and secrets share,
Tell me your dreams and silent needs;
Trust me, now, to be your friend,
Let's see just where the friendship leads.

Laugh with me, dance in the rain,
Experience life at it's very best;
Cry with me when the road gets hard,
Let time put us to the test.

Should it come to naught, still we gain,
For the bond of friendship is strong;
And yet, should it grow to something more,
Nothing that happens can ever be wrong.

With something as fragile as the heart,
Like the flowers, gently treated;
Slowly nourished, growing wild and free,
Brings a beauty that can't be defeated.

Friendship and love are both given,
From the heart with no binding string;
Both blossom in either rain or shine,
Cherished for the happiness they bring.