Gift of Friends - Unknown

There are days when bubbling from us comes the innocent child within,

who giggles at the little thingsand wears a silly grin.

There are days when melancholy comes to visit for a while;
the mind feels tired, the body weak;

we have no strength to smile.

There are days when joy abundant grabs a hold of you and me;

wraps us up in all it's splendor, lifts us up and sets us free.

There are days when sorrow wraps using its cloak of grief and fear,

'till our hearts ache to the breaking,

'till our eyes can't shed a tear.

There are days when love bestows us with its wonderment and light;

with its beauty and its mystery, its power and its might.

And there are days when life rewards us and

seems to make amends by granting us a marvelous gift,

the precious gift of Friends.