The bond of friendship
The bond of friendship, soft yet strong,
A quiet rhythm, a timeless song.
It grows like roots beneath the ground,
In silent whispers, all around.
Through storms that shake and winds that howl,
Friendship stands firm, a sacred vow.
No need for words, no grand display,
It’s felt in moments, day by day.
A gentle hand, a knowing glance,
In laughter’s light or tearful dance.
Through highs and lows, we find our way,
In each other’s hearts, we always stay.
Not bound by time or distant space,
It’s trust that no one can erase.
In joy or sorrow, thick or thin,
The bond remains—where it begins.
It lifts you up when you are low,
A steady warmth through winter’s snow.
It sees you whole, with all your flaws,
And loves you still, without a cause.
For friendship is a flame that burns,
A light that through the darkness turns.
Unseen, yet felt in every glance,
A bond that gives life’s soul a chance.