Seasons

We were ten,

And our friendship felt like a summer day

A tender understanding

Dreamy and youthful in every way.

Like the early rays of the sun,

Our relationship was a warm embrace

Running in parallels far and wide

But moving at a constant pace.

We were eighteen,

And our friendship felt like autumn

Changing colours with changing time

Yet the simple days aren’t forgotten.

All the flowers are gone,

Now they the grace floor,

But there’s still a beauty to it,

Just different from before.

We grew older,

And our friendship felt like winter

Cold and distant,

Far from what we initially were.

There’s a maturity to this season though

In drawing heat from the light,

Sticking together through every phase,

Staying strong through every fight.

There’s a reason why friendship

Is the most sacred relation,

It’s a life long bond created

Keeps us close despite the separation.

Every time we meet,

Suddenly we’re ten

Nothing has changed,

And it’s summer all over again.