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.
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