Winter is now but a memory shared,
your fuzzy branches became a green home-
a cradle for wings that soon will be aired.
Golden Harvesters for honeydews comb,
while Painted Ladies hollyhock adore-
how could I not plant them each a biome.
These beauties of spring that made the heart soar,
seem somehow diminished without you here-
the peace they brought isnít there anymore.
I witnessed elegance having no peer,
when you chose to grace this soft southern sky-
how can I possibly wait for a year
to hear your hello instead of goodbye-
I miss your soft touch my blue butterfly.
There is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar.