Friendship Poem

Your seeds blow into my garden, Friend,
Whenever the wind is right.
They blow on the winds of the breeze by day,
And they ride on the gales by night.

Your seeds blow into my garden, Friend,
And nestle among my flowers,
In the soft sweet soil of my garden plot
They wait for the sun and the showers.

Whatever you grow in your garden, Friend,
If flower, or ugly weed,
The fall will come and the wind will blow
And over will come your seed.

Your life is a garden by mine, dear Friend,
And planted with living deeds;
So ever and over the wall they blow:
Will you give me flowers-- or weeds?

Author Unknown