What is life, unless it is filtered

Through a many-hued prism?

What is a connection all about?

Unless it's been through a schism?

What does friendship really mean

Unless it is tested by time?

What does harmony imply, if we

cannot sift cacophony from a Chime?

What does Love mean to you

On the loneliest of nights?

How is Companionship able

To reach unattainable heights?

As sweet as joy is the most bitter pill,

To a body which is weary and ill.

How a firm grasp of a gentle hand,

Energises and revives the will...

How warm is the sense of security,
After being in the heart of a storm.
How nice it is to find ourselves,
After we've been out of form.

How do we measure the softness of a petal,

If not against the flower's thorn?

How do we mend something precious,

Unless it has been torn?

How soothing are the gathering clouds,
After a spell of Heat...
How welcome is the hardest chair,
After hours of being on our feet.

How purple is the evening haze,
When gazed upon with tired eyes.
How like music is a baby's laugh,
After enduring a night of cries.

How calming is a night of sleep,
After days and nights of unrest.
How important is kindness to a starved soul,
Its beauty surpasses all rest.

How thankful we are for a true, true friend,
When the day is all but done.
How rewarding it must be to unite,
With the chosen one.

What will happiness mean to us.

If we don't shed a bitter tear or two?

How drab will Life be indeed,

Unless it passes through unintended hues.