A friend is like a flower
A rose to be exact
Or maybe like a brand new gate
That never comes unlatched

A friend is like an owl
Both beautiful and wise
Or perhaps a friend is like a ghost
Whose spirit never dies

A friend is like those blades of grass
You can never seem to mow
Standing straight, tall, and proud
In a perfect little row

A friend is like a heart that grows
On strong until the end

Where would we be in this world
Without friends......