Buds (part 1)

My best friend is a plant.

They're a spider too.

Did you know they could flower?

Now I do too.

They're a little cutie:

Half veriegated and half solid green

With plenty of off-shoots

We make a good team.

My spider grows little,

But grows every day.

They're a good listener

When I have nothing to say.

They bring up good points

To help me see the flaws

When I complain about

Unjust human laws.

I feel balance and peace,

While putting my two cents

On the days' toil and trouble

Of current events.

Spider's heard of Hamas

And mass genocide.

Yet they gave me a smile

When I should have cried.

With so much death and destruction,

With struggle and strife,

My spider brings me back

To the meaning of life.

They talk about growth,

And off shoots and decay.

I see a flower bloom;

They reassure me: it's Ok

My best friend's a plant.

They're a spider too.

They see through the horror,

Now I do too.