Friends by Abbie Farewell Brown
How good to lie a little while
And look up through the tree!
The Sky is like a kind big smile
Bent sweetly over me.
The Sunshine flickers through the lace
Of leaves above my head,
And kisses me upon the face
Like Mother, before bed.
The Wind comes stealing o'er the grass
To whisper pretty things,
And though I cannot see him pass,
I feel his careful wings.
So many gentle Friends are near
Whom one can scarcely see.
A child should never feel a fear,
Wherever he may be.
(Abbie Farewell Brown was an American author who lived from 1871 to 1927. While attending the Girls Latin School she created a school newspaper, The Jabberwock, which is still being published today. In the poem "Friends", Brown shares that even things in nature can be children's friends, giving them comfort whenever they fear.)