Friends are like flowers, so beautiful to view.
As they lift up their heads for a sweet kiss of dew.
Some are more colorful and they appeal to you,
Yet some are pastel and they attract you too.



Among these sweet flowers, rooted deep in dirt,
Are thorny weeds that prick, causing you to hurt.
They'll choke out the flowers, cause them to die,
So with your trowel their roots do you ply!



Your flowers you feed, and water them deep,
And soon they grow stronger, yours now to keep.
So it is with friends, so precious and few,
A wonderful gift that God gives to you.




© Sherry Falling Leaf Jones
Oct. 5, 2006