Roots of friendship

As time goes by, some friendships can fade, Nice words can be forgotten, leaving us dismayed. What keeps a strong tree standing up high, With roots in the ground and branches that reach the sky? Is it the sun’s warmth and the earth’s support, That let it stay strong, even when things are short? In changing times, we think about what’s true, A mix of good memories we once knew. Do we notice nature, bright and alive, Or focus on the storms that make it hard to thrive?