Gift of Joy

All that is good, it’s said, shines in virtue and loving patience waits in tender care in gentle thoughts that watch a seedling grow. One tiny seed we planted, me and you, when first we met too shy to talk and share could beauty be born from the things we know? As it so slowly grew in springtide sun its leafy shoots revealed a hidden need and newborn buds reached up towards the sky. The story called friendship had just begun just like the buds that stretched from planted seed a loving tale we found in you and I. The tender sweet blossom that calls us friend a gift of joy bound by love without end.