In the gentle whispers of the night,
Where laughter echoes through the dawn,
Good friends stand by, a guiding light,
Their presence felt, though never drawn.

Through storms that rage and skies that clear,
They hold your hand, dispel the fear,
With every tear, they lend an ear,
Their warmth a comfort, ever near.

In moments shared, both high and low,
The seeds of trust begin to grow,
In fields of friendship, love will sow,
A bond unyielding, pure as snow.

So cherish those who walk beside,
In shadows cast or sunny stride,
For good friends are the gifts we hide,
In hearts where lasting joys abide.