Garden Friends

Friends are the silver dew

That delicately balances and sparkles

On soft petals

In the bright morning light.


At a glance there appears so many

It's easy to take them for granted.


We can be thoughtless

And brush them aside,

Watch them run like teardrops

Spilling to the ground,

Fading from our sight.


Carelessly we assume that

When tomorrow comes

They will return.


Come tomorrow

Your garden may be bare

Tend your friends well,

Love and Cherish them

Keep them safe in your heart

And they will always be by your side

To fill your life

With colour and happiness.

{Tess Templer}