Please support my work and make a donation!


Blue ButterflyA Great Friendship

In its own natural time and pace the river flows.
The water flowing slowly or rushing swiftly, depending on the terrain and the season.  

So too - with a life-long friendship.

Sometimes our friendship will roar like the water rushing over a waterfall.

Sometimes our friendship will lie silent, still and contained;
like the water we find in the many deep pools.

Sometimes our friendship will flow as gentle as a river empting into the ocean.

The sun shines and the wind blows and high in the mountains the rain falls,
only to begin the process over, again and again.
Allowing for change and renewal.

I know the above to be true,for over the years I've come to know the above - with you.Blue Butterfly

Timothy E. Stevenson   December 19, 2000 ©


Home Page

<< Previous   

Next >>

Translate Poem