Forever Friend
Each morning with the sunlit dew
The Robin sings and calls to you
The breeze blows through the old oak tree
Whispering softly, floating free
The mountains in the distance lie
The willow weeps
The black birds fly
Above the branches climbing high
The life within that will not die
Memories echo bygone days
When evening lurks in misty haze
The starlit sky, the end of day
The light that glows to show the way
Forever and this lifetime past
My love for you shall always last
'Til morning comes around again
You’re with me still, forever friend
Poem by Kathleen Prue
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