Friends Poem by Natasa To

Your friend is a lighthouse made of thought,

steady in storms of questions and doubt.

Where others see puzzles tied in tight knots,

they see the loose thread and gently pull it out.



Their mind is a library lit after dark,

every shelf humming soft with ideas.

They carry small suns—each bright spark—

that rise into brilliant chandeliers.



Smart not in noise, but in careful reply,

in pauses that measure and weigh.

They look at the world with a curious eye

and find what the rest give away.



They speak, and confusion loosens its grip.

They smile, and the answer feels near.

With logic as compass and wit as their ship,

they navigate far without fear.



But more than the quickness that dazzles the room,

more than the facts they can bend—

it's the kindness that helps every bright thought bloom

that makes them my brilliant friend. 🌟