Garden
Friendship, the blooming rose
I tend and sow
You dig your roots deeper
Friendship, a dying bud
I snip and prune
You die in my arms
Friendship, my reliable oak tree
I water and nourish
You dance in warm sun rays
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I really appreciate this sharing.
Meticulously observant and the “dance”
Love this line: Friendship, the blooming rose
I really like the show of friendship in its many faceted manner through blooming, dying, and dancing.