Friendship

Friendship like hydrangea blooms

Well in shady places 

Where a bit of evening sun and morning light

Touch it.

With the right soil its petals are pink,

But time and changing soil 

Shift its color paler or change it to purple

Or sky blue.

Changing soils affect friendship too

But make it no less beautiful—changes only

Like hair dye changes brunettes to redheads

Or blonds, 

Not the person inside 

No less a friend—no less a lovely flower 

Hydrangea, whatever its color

It blooms.