But sometimes they do not know when to slow down
Some offer harmony and contentment like the warm breeze of Summer
But sometimes they sweep under the rug, the dirt that needs attention
Others give us knowledge and offer memories in life’s Autumn harvest
But sometimes they pry too much and we reap pain
And there are those that leave us discontent and cold like Winter’s freeze
They leave us empty and wanting to forget…
Then there are people called friends, and they know what season we are in and how to compliment the moment.
They dance with the magic when we forget it is there.
They offer an occasional flame to rekindle the passion in our hearts.
They help us remember and relive the good times in color.
They teach us to methods to forget the madness of the past .
I hope I can offer such things when my friends are in need...
© Sept 23, 2012 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic