friendship

In the quiet moments, friendship blooms,

A laughter shared in crowded rooms.

It's the warmth when cold winds touch the skin,

A beacon when the lights grow dim.

Roots entwined beneath the earth,

Growing in worth and in mirth.

In storms, it's the shelter that we seek,

A strength when we are weak.

It's not the miles but the moments that define,

The star that with unwavering light, always aligns.

Through seasons, reasons, and the passage of time,

Friendship remains, a sublime rhyme.