Once best friends now strangers with memories.
And the yellow sunflower by the brook, in autumn beauty stood.
A father is neither an anchor to hold us back, nor a sail to take us there, but a guiding light whose love shows us the way.
A true friend sees the first tear, catches the second an stops the third.
Emerald slopes became so tall they touched the clouds, and showers painted diamond waterfalls that sluiced down cliff sides.
Friends are God's way of taking care of us.