The Return of the Honey Suckle

It was a beautiful sunny afternoon

The sky was a clear blue

A cool gentle breeze blowing through the trees and flowers

Making each petal and leaf dance to the quiet swoosh

It was quiet, a nice welcome change

She took the chance to enjoy nature's simple beauty.

All at once she was taken back to a time l0ng ago

She remembered by little, running around

Running through the flowers counting the different colors

Looking to the side, she saw it

A large group of honey suckle

She thought of how she would pick a handful

Tasting the sweetness on her tongue, smiling

The wonderful simplicity of life's quiet moments

As she picks the honey suckle, she closes her eyes

So much has changed since those days years ago

She thinks of her grandma working in her garden

And how she dreamed of being old enough to have her own

She thought of her grandpa cutting the grass

Feeling grown as she helps him feed the animals on their farm

She brushes away a tear as she wishes they were still here

The bitter sweet feeling knowing they would be proud of who she became

As she breathes in the fresh air, she longs to hold on to now

How anything is possible and dreams come true

And life in all it's beautiful simplicity

Where each day truly is a gift just for being

Time continues, yet there will always be the return of those quiet spring days