Fern Friends

We've been friends since fiddleheads. And as we've unfurled over time we've become even more complimentary. She lives on her fern, and I live on mine. Sometimes the wind blows hers close to me and I can see her and share the pleasure. When the wind is less courteous, I can only sense her, letting the memories of her fill me and anticipate the wind change in our favor. To my fern friend, who I love.