It's so hard to find the perfect breeze,One blowing none too hard nor soft,Carrying a scent of wild flowers,And moving clouds about aloft.It's so hard to find the perfect sky,One blue and deep and bright,Carrying a sense of opennessWith geese and wrens in flight.It's so hard to find the perfect night,One warm, quiet and unflawed,Carrying a mood of solitude,And a closeness to our God.Yet no perfection's so hard to findAs that which you extendAnd none I'll ever treasure more,Than to simply be your friend.