SWEETNESS OF HONEYSUCKLE

THE WINDS THEY'RE BLOWING,
GENTLY THROUGH THE TREES,
WONDERS, OF LIFE SURROUNDS US,
SO MANY OTHERS, CAN'T SEE.
THE LEAVES, THEY FALL SOFTLY,
UPON THE GROUND,
THE BIRDS, ABOVE SOARING,
FLYING ALL AROUND,
THE SWEET, SMELL OF HONEYSUCKLE,
IN THE MEADOW, IT STANDS,
REACHING OUT TO PICK ONE,
HOLDING IT GENTLY, IN YOUR HAND.
BRINGING IT, TO YOUR LIPS,
TO TASTE, THE SWEETNESS WITHIN,
FLOODING MEMORIES, OF A CHILDHOOD,
OF TASTING THEM, WAY BACK THEN.
PEOPLE QUIETLY WALKING, THROUGH
THE LEAVES, BENEATH THEIR FEET,
THE DEER, COME INTO THE MEADOWS,
TO FIND THEM, SOMETHING TO EAT.
THE WATER, FLOWING SOFTLY,
DOWN THE BROOK, AS IT GOES BY.
TAKING, IN THE BEAUTY, OF IT ALL,
IT MADE ME, START TO CRY.
THE BEAUTY, THAT GOD HAS MADE,
I WISH, WE ALL COULD SEE.
HOW WONDERFUL, OUR LIVES, REALLY ARE,
IF WE'D ONLY, LET THEM BE.

WRITTEN BY:
DIANA SHIRLEY

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