Friends over the cosmos of time,
Come and go from our lives,
In schools, sports, and clubs,
Mostly, forming shallow ties.
But friends anchored in spirit,
Where proximity is not the key,
Their love comes from depths,
Deep like roots of trees.
Friendly winds blow through our lives,
In mostly mountain top years,
Spiritual friends who have touched us,
In valleys will always be near.
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