A
friend is like an owl, |
 |
both
beautiful and wise. |
Or
perhaps a friend is like a ghost, |
whose
spirit never dies. |
|
A
friend is like a flower, |
Visit Valentine's
Pages
|
a
rose to be exact, |
|
Or
maybe like a brand new gate |
|
that
never comes unlatched. |
|
A
friend is like those blades of grass |
you
can never mow, |
standing
straight, tall, and proud |
in
a perfect little row. |
|
A
friend is like a heart that goes |
strong
until the end. |
Where
would we be in this world |
if
we didn't have a friend? |