About the Poem
This poem was written after my best friend and I grew apart, as even the best of friends do. Though I thought that our friendship was at its end, I realized that true friendships last forever. We never grew apart at heart. Because friends are like flowers.
|by H. Barnes|
|It may not be the same,
But some things never change.
I feel it and I trust it,
I still believe in forever
Because that's what my heart knows.
Memories are the dew drops on our petals
That re-open the buds that have closed.
Flowers wilt as seasons change,
Though they grow a little more with rain.
The sun will shine when in need,
And left behind, a precious seed.