The Garden of Friendship

In the garden of friendship, where wildflowers grow,
We tread beneath the sun’s golden, transient glow.
Acquaintances bloom like daisies, bright and fair,
A myriad of faces, fleeting as the air.

Friends, like roses, offer a deeper hue,
Thorns of reality, piercing through.
Laughter shared in the daylight’s gleam,
Yet secrets kept, just beneath the seam.

Close friends, the oaks, stand firm and true,
Roots entwined, in storms they do not rue.
Leaves whisper wisdom, aged by time,
In their shade, life’s mountain we climb.

And soulmates, rare as the night’s bloom,
Illuminate paths through the darkest gloom.
Mirrors of our essence, in the star’s light,
Guiding us forth, through the blackest night.

The journey to find them, long and winding,
Through seasons of joy and hearts binding.
A true friend’s worth, beyond measure,
In the garden of youth, life’s greatest treasure.