A friend is like a mighty oak
When all its leaves are gone;
A friend is like a single note
When other birds have flown.

A friend is like the broad expanse
Of shady summer green;
A friend is like the autumn bronze
That lends a later sheen.

A friend is like an evening song
Heard in the twilight hush;
A friend is one who says "Come in,"
When others seem to rush.

For friendship true no season knows
And oft ignores the clock;
It lends a hand to strangers
And stretches round the block.
~June Masters Bacher~