Friendship is as fleeting as leaves on a tree
It'll blossom as flowers do in the spring
It'll sometimes last an eternity, through life and death.
However sometimes the leaves fall from a tree and rot
Sometimes flowers wither and die
And sometimes death comes to quickly for life to matter.
But through the rotting leaves, and the withering flowers, and the ugliness of death
New bonds are formed
New friends are made
And old friendships blossom once more
So don't be sad
It's not the end
It's only the beginning