If friendship were a garden, br Then flowers ‘d be the friends br How well our gardens cultivate br On each gardener that depends. br br Some flowers must remain in light, br And some will need support br But all require love and care br Regardless of their sort. br br We grow our gardens row by row br One flower at a time br Helping each establish roots br Our efforts quite sublime. br br Each flower that we’ve ever touched br In truth will touch us back br Either with a soft caress br Or thorns that stab like tacks br br But every once and then again br A single bud may loom br More brilliant than the other ones br It is a special bloom. br br These are ones that should be cherished br In hopes they will remain br To lose them from our gardens would br Engulf our hearts with pain. br br And so this blossom I bestow, br With thanks for all we share br For you, a special gardener br Have shown me love and care.