Friendship is something that you cannot see, touch, or smell.
You can hear it in every birds song
And feel it around you with every warm breeze.
It is a soft pillow that waits for you at night
And reaches out its arms like a big oak tree.
It makes you laugh, smile, frown, and cry
It has no shape or form.
You can keep it in your pocket, and pull it out on a rainy day
No one else will ever share the same feeling.
Even though we are far apart, and we grow old,
I will always be there when the sun goes away
And the night gets cold.