Life is like the passage of a brook
that makes its lonely way to the sea
friends are like the boulders and pebbles
that one meets on one's way:
some do follow us all the way,
while others are there to stay ...
Which one will you be, to me:
a boulder, a pebble, or ... neither be?
a fern, a reed, or a buzzing bee,
or some blossom, or moss, you'll perhaps turn out to be?
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