I use to say that my best friend was my Mom,
Then later in life that my best friend was my lover,
Yet there has been a friend that has been with me longer.
A nurturer like a Mother,
A companion like a Lover,
One whose mood would fit my every need.
Mist and rain with new growth in Spring.
Sunshine, warmth and solitude of a Summer’s day.
The rush of a brisk wind with swirling leaves,
On a dull grey Autumn afternoon.
And finally the icy chill and drifting snow,
Covering every corner it can capture on a Winter’s evening.
Nature,
The friend of my spirit and lover of my soul,
Weaving it’s magic throughout my life,
From youth to old age.
©2019
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