My best friend…

My best friend…

Carries the secrets of the hillsides…
Is a speck of pure white…
A dream that has been realized…
A perpetual glory pointing to the heavens.

She lives in the charming wild gardens…
Laying this way and that…
Among the sumptuous clusters of bloom…
Springing from the rich, cool, soil.

She is who makes you so lovely…
Tells you to stop juggling so many pointy balls…
She knows the brave display you put on each day…
And asks if She can guide you through the angles and the bends.

The power of Her love is boundless…
Always ripe and full…
She says yes, now and forever…
And is always on your side.

Yes, She is the one who makes you radiant…
So colorful and so fragrant…
She is my mother and yours…
Always ready to meet us in Her glorious wild.

I love you,

Annie