TREASURES of life

To all the friends who made this life worth living and an entertaining journey all along.
 It's so hard to find the perfect breeze,
One blowing none too hard nor soft,
Carrying a scent of wild flowers,
And moving clouds about aloft.

It's so hard to find the perfect sky,
One blue and deep and bright,
Carrying a sense of openness
With geese and wrens in flight.

It's so hard to find the perfect night,
One cold, quiet and unflawed,
Carrying a mood of solitude,
And a closeness to our thoughts.

Yet no perfection's so hard to find
As that which you extend
And none I'll ever treasure more,
Than to simply be your friend.

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