Rest awhile as the new leaves dance in the
wind and anticipate the announced arrival
of the cool breeze that moves the water.
It shifts and changes appearing to have no
intentions, its presence cannot be denied.
Its disappearance is as mysterious.
Birds beckon to its suggestion and soar.
The winds move without warning, clouds
appear then fade as they are blown away. An
honest friend is like a solid rock that
will not be moved. Flood after flood that
solid rock remains.
Thanks be given for honest friends, no
treasure is greater. Forgiveness is there. . .
always.
