I have friends for all the seasons, each special for different reasons. Staying in touch through the year, bringing to me moments of cheer. One is like a sunny day of spring, when you first hear the birds sing. A smile remains there on her face, friends of spring I cannot replace. My friend of summer will arrive, without warmth I cannot survive. Filling the day with her sunshine, friends of summer must be mine. Then friends of fall soon appear, colors changing this time of year. Leaves descend upon the ground, friends of fall there easily found. Clouds and storms fill up the sky, watering the land now turned dry. Cold air arrives as winds come in, knowing which season is to begin. The friends of winter take a bow, snow covering most flowers now. Cheeks take on a warm rosy glow, friends of winter are fun to know. Laughter taking care of any fears, remaining there through the years. Friends for all seasons are all real, each of my friends and what I feel. Thinking about our friends today, some resembling seasons in a way. Aware these friends all represent, spending your lives being content. For as each season brings change, friends also, we cannot rearrange. Accept each the way that they are, allowing your friendship to go far. © Brenda Sparkman June 1, 2006 Midi Playing: "Emmanuel"