Friendship Like the Sky

The critical thinker, thinks on high. 

The critical thinker, declares friendship is like the sky. 

The proud friend, like storm clouds attempt to overshadow all others. 

Your best friend, your child's friend, your sister, your brother. 

The proud friends say that they'll be right there. 

But like your last balloon ride, they're full of hot air. 

They need their space, but you need their best. 

You need your space, they won't let you rest. 

Seasons and hours most often do change. 

A so-called friend like the formation of clouds rearrange. 

The so-called stand in the way, they pour out life lessons. 

Your True Blu's listen, and pour out sweet blessings. 

Lying in a field on my back, looking to the sky, I watching the sun burn away, as it does everyday. I notice that the clouds are not consistent in shape or form, only in the fact that they fade away. I thought about the similarities between them all, and about friendship.

The sun comes and goes daily, but it's assured that the sun will come. Even if you abandon it, or even if you cannot see it because of the clouds, it's guaranteed that the sun is still there. The sun like a best friend, gives you time to rest, and takes time to take a break from you as well. The clouds are sporadic, and flighty. They provide temporary relief, possibly even from your best friend, but unlike the best friend, they dissipate and leave you with a blank space, a blue space, a void, that only the sun can fill. Friendship is like the sky in a sense. Feel the warmth of your best friend, enjoy the temporary satisfaction of your so-called friends, but by all means do not rely on them to help light your path in the days to come, regardless of how bright or dark the forecast says that those days will be. 

Going,

going,

and, 

gone!

Thanks for being there without my having to ask...