In all kinds of wonderful, Magical ways. Their thoughtfulness comes, As a gift from above. By warm, caring love. Like upside-down rainbows, Their smiles bring the sun. And they fill ho-hum moments, With laughter and fun.
Friends are like angels, Without any wings.
Blessing our lives, With the most precious things. To Nowhere seemed to go In purposeless circumference, As 't were a tropic show. And notwithstanding bee that worked, And flower that zealous blew, This audience of idleness Disdained them, from the sky, Till sundown crept, a steady tide, And men that made the hay, And afternoon, and butterfly, Extinguished in its sea. No HTML editors were used. Copyright 2001 by TOBI All Rights Reserved.