In the middle of a lotus bright, Two hands hold on, tight in the night. A sculpture showing friends so sure, Facing life’s waves, strong and pure.
The lotus grows from muddy ground, But still, its beauty can be found. Like friendship that stands tall and true, Through ups and downs, they always renew.
Hand in hand, they brave the storm, With courage, keeping each other warm. Challenges come, but they don’t mind, Together, they’re one of a kind.
On the lotus, they rise so high, Unbreakable bond reaching the sky. Through all of life’s twists and turns, Their friendship shines, and brightly burns.
