In the tender cradle of youthful days,We found our paths entwined, a gentle grace,Through laughter’s echo and whispered dreams,We built a fortress, or so it seems.Years unfurl like leaves upon the breeze,Yet steadfast remains our camaraderie,In silence or in tempest’s fierce embrace,We stand together, a timeless trace.Through seasons’ dance, both bright and gray,We share the burdens, and joys that stay,Each story told, a thread of gold,Woven in the tapestry of old.As stars emerge in the quiet skies above,Our friendship, a beacon of enduring love,In every heartbeat, in every rhyme,A testament to friendship’s endless climb.