For my friend.

How many times have I heard you laugh
and mean it.
I want the best for you,
I wish you joy
all the days.
White hot sun campfire pokers
burning embers joy
that blazes the molten core 
somewhere in you,
powers, empowers
your better natures
to nourish the biome within you,
to run wild to overgrow the hedges,
to become the 21st century
expedition into the unknown.
I wish you oceanic winds and
rising humidity to drive onto your coasts
watering the fallen seeds, 
no longer lost in tides,
ready to root, to sprout, to develop,
to create anew the undergrowth and overgrowth
of your heart.
I wish you your own nature
to flourish sustainably and uncontrollably,
unquestionably your own.
I wish you the best,
always.