– by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For, so swiftly it flew, the sight
Could not follow it in its flight.

I breathed a song into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For who has sight so keen and strong,
That it can follow the flight of song?

Long, long afterward, in an oak
I found the arrow, still unbroke;
And the song, from beginning to end,
I found again in the heart of a friend.

Friends are the purest gift of nature for they know you and if and when they don’t, they don’t pretend to. And when the time comes by, they are beside you to shape and give form to the songs you sang with them and the dreams you shared. So, make good, lasting friends and sing with them instead of shooting angry words at others.