![]() The Garden of FriendshipA Poem by The Watcher
A stranger sprouts,
an acquaintance buds, and a friend blossoms. For each flower, a friend exists. Positive people pop with vibrant colors, funny friends flow with sweet scents, and grumpy grouches poke with thorns. They all have a place in our garden. Every day, new seeds of friendship are planted. But old connections wilt and perish over time. Some may last for a week, others for many years. Each one will bring some change. However, flower beds need to be tended to. Uproot toxic acquaintances like weeds and water your best friends with compassion. Our garden is what we make it to be. If the land is barren, loneliness will surely follow. But friendships will make life flourish, so dig it the best you can! For each flower, a friend exists. They all have a place in our garden. Each one will bring some change. Our garden is what we make it to be, so dig it the best you can! Sculpt it into a heavenly place. Sculpt it into the Garden of Eden. © 2015 The WatcherAuthor's Note
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Added on January 25, 2015 Last Updated on January 25, 2015 Author
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