Love for my best friend

Without given a second thought, as quick as the snap of a fire cracker, ideas are turned to action, as careless and free as the wild wind that refuses to obey.
The snapping of a fire is put on a pedestal when competing with the sparking nature of her whims.
From the tip top of trees that carry her high, from the rivers that rush around, which listens to every movement.
Not just the quick initiative movement mark her person.
But with the small quirks, like the twitch of her eye; like the scrunch of her nose after an exaggerated bite.

Sept 15th, 2017