I’ve heard it being said that “friends are like flowers,”

beautiful adornments in the garden of life.

Yes, friendships are vibrant flashes of color

gleaming through the monotony and dreary blandness,

standing apart from the world around them.

Yet flowers suggest frivolity,

a lovely distraction

but not a vital function.

No, true friends…best friends

are like the air that surrounds us!

We require them to live.

They sustain us

nourish us

keep us going!

Even when we don’t realize that they are there.

And like the air

we can take them for granted.

Never dreaming of what would happen

if they vanished.

They fill us with life

we cannot go on without them.

Flowers grow, bloom, and die in a season,

decomposing fragments of the past.

Friends are perpetual.

Always with us.

Leaving their mark.

Some have gone cold like the icy wind of a winter morning,

Others remain gentle and comfortable like a calm spring evening.

Like the air

friends, they sustain our lives.