I don't know your names.

I'm horrible at botany,

you flowers and trees

with views of the low hills to the west.

 

I adorn them with my own monikers

when I walk among them.

I don't mean to offend, and it seems they don't mind.

 

They are familiar acquaintances,

so I tell myself they are probably happy

to be called something.

 

Yellow Top Plant,

Crooked Climb-y Tree,

and Messy Red Bush

change some with the seasons,

 

but what and who they are

stays the same for me.

My compass for friends I seek.