The luck child

My old friend is beautiful
His body is so full of life
His hair is silver in the sun
His teeth straight and tongue true
His jaw is chissled like oak curls
And his walk gentle like soft rain
He spins sometimes in the wind
But I don't ask his name
My old friend is beautiful
Tall and friendly and kind
He whispers in peoples ears
I'm here and I'm still alive
He loves you more than I could know.
More often than I could ever know.