My Philia
Should I call you a mother?
Providing a safe haven
You nurture me in ways several,
And witness every milestone of mine with great ardor.
Should I call you a child?
Ruffling through my untamed hair
You oft tug my dangling shawl
And naughtily toss the autumnal leaves
Into my perfect yard.
Should I call you a lover?
Lilting my heart with ecstacy
You paint kaleidoscopic hues every sunset
And tuck me to sleep 'neath the shimmering stars with tones dulcet.
Should I call you a confidante?
Lending a patient ear, you listen to my candid outbursts
As a non judgemental friend you stay beside me
Offering sanguine dawns so heavenly.
Nature, my Philia! Your unconditional love is so pure,
Roles many you play in my life - our bond is eternal.
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