Friendship

life\'s a journey.

Time, like a river, ceaseless, deep,

Where secrets of our moments sleep.

You dip your hand, a fleeting grace,

But never can that water trace

The path it took, the journey made;

The current that has passed, will fade.

For what has flowed, in ripples bright,

Is gone forever, from your sight.

The glint upon a sunlit wave,

The silent vow our spirits crave,

The laughter shared, a whispered plea,

Are carried onward, wild and free.

That perfect instant, crisp and clear,

The joy, the sorrow, banishing fear,

Is swept beyond our grasp and might,

Into the vast, unending light.

You cannot touch the self-same stream,

Nor recreate a waking dream.

The drop that danced upon your skin,

Has merged with currents, deep within

The river\'s heart, that races on,

From dusk until the break of dawn.

The flow that\'s passed will not return,

A profound truth our souls must learn.

So let no precious hour depart,

Without a touch upon your heart.

Embrace the now, its gentle grace,

Its tender touch, its warm embrace.

Treasure each breath, each bloom, each gleam,

Within this beautiful, transient dream.

For life\'s a journey, swift and grand,

And every moment, shifting sand.

Live deeply, love with open hand,

Across this ever-changing land.

Hold fast to wonder, hold to truth,

Before the fleeting spark of youth,

And every \'now\' becomes a \'then,\'

Unreachable, beyond our ken.

Treasure each drop, each passing phase,

In all your bright and ephemeral days.