I thought to write some lines
of the beauty of your life:
of sunsets drawn with amber suns
and night skies filled with gold.
of sacrifice for loved ones
and a gentle helping hand
of virtues, truth and destiny
Of metaphors of falling sand.
I thought I'd fill some pages
from my hearts pen,
But when I went to ink the paper
The words came out pretend.
So should I struggle for a lifetime
To express my gratitude,
I'd fail to write the many ways
Your friendship has made me new.
Your joy, your hope, your candor,
Your thirst for living life,
Jubilation that you embody
Is echoed in my life.
So as you climb mountains
And leap and learn to fly
Take a look back at your friends,
Smile, and fly on by.
