In the quiet moments of life’s tapestry,
Good friends stand as constant threads,
Weaving strength and joy through our hearts,
Their presence a balm to our weary souls.

Through laughter echoing in the halls of time,
And tears shared in the depths of night,
They are the pillars that never waver,
Holding us firm against the storm.

With every whispered secret and shared dream,
Trust grows like an unyielding oak,
Roots interwoven deep and true,
A fortress against the world’s tempests.

In the sands of time, footprints fade,
But the marks of friendship remain,
Etched in the soul, eternal and bright,
Guiding us through the journey’s end.