By JH Sayyar
In digital halls where kindred spirits meet,
A group of friends with laughter ever flows,
Their love through typed-out banter gently beat,
Like garden blooms that in one moment rose.
The morning greetings warm as cups of tea,
Good nights descend like stars on velvet skies,
Jokes bounce like pebbles skipping o'er the sea,
While silent ones still smile with watching eyes.
No storm of life can drown this steady cheer,
No miles can part the lively souls so firmly tied,
In memes and care, each message draws us near,
Though screens divide, the hearts walk side by side.
O bless this group, where kindness has its keep
A nice haven where the weary soul may sleep