Friends, like gentle breezes through my life come and go.
Some come with precious gifts of themselves, they bestow.
Others, for the ride for the moment, endurance they are unable to show.
They fade away; disappear my spirits sink into darkness low.
The sweet scented breeze of constant friendships
Are resolute and strong, withstanding unintentional battering,
Neglect is understandable, their friendship, unwavering.