To My Best Friend

The wind to my wings;
the roots to my tree,
where ever I am;
let my best friend be.
When I'm up in the clouds,
Or down in the dirt;
When the sun shines,
my best friend returns.
Whenever I need her,
she comes to my call.
When she is gone,
thats when I fall.
But fall as I might, 
dark as the night,
she'll always fly back,
on the wings of a kite.
There for me always,
through all the lows.
How much I appreciate her,
I hope she knows.