Drain the colour from the rainbow,
Let the stars tumble from the sky,
Mute the birdís morning chorus,
Steal the beauty from the flowers.
All these and more Iíd sacrifice,
And surely would survive.
But friendship . . . .
Not a moment could I bare,
To be without the friends I love.
For they are lifeís true wonders,
Filling my heart, my soul, my senses.
With all the colours of happiness,
With every sight and sound of joy.
(Copyright Stuart Macfarlane)