Men, women and children
I have befriended them all
My friendship has no limits
But will surely have minutes

I watch as my friends bloom
Only to see others looking gloom
It’s as watching the orchids of the Vanilla
Suddenly turn into a dried out granadilla

When the time comes for me to say goodbye
My friends try looking for me
Listening to claims
That you can find me in a fountain
Somewhere up in a mountain

As time goes by
My friendship starts to fade
As quick as a fire’s blaze

Truth be told
I’ve only blossomed
When you’ve blossomed
The only thing I truly want is tales to be told
That makes me sound bold
Because there is nothing in the world
That can make me sound old