The Arrow And The Song

Yesterday, while being at my girlfriends place, i found a poem in a relatively old book of hers.

among others, i found this one somehow appealing to me.


I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For, so swiftly it flew, the sight
Could not follow it in its flight.

I breathed a song into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For who has sight so keen and strong,
That it can follow the flight of song?

Long, long afterward, in an oak
I found the arrow, still unbroke;
And the song, from beginning to end,
I found again in the heart of a friend

Picture related to friendship.
Otherwise unrelated, but i like it :)