Family isn’t always blood

There is a lot to talk about,
I sometimes doubt life has a plot,
Blood isn’t a knot from where we sprout,
The FAM I scout isn’t what blood brought.

Ola is one friend that I hate,
Our friendship – great, filled with much fun,
Hate weighs no ton on friendship slate,
Love is a state to never shun.

Nature, dear true loyal ally,
A route to ply only by few,
Turn old to new, speak quit to try,
Till day I die, he makes my crew.

Wildkhard [TA]