coffee over tea, the milk and the honey bee

enjoying freedom of your own

the roses are redder, the tulips are sweeter

the young pursue the world

that first breath of fresh air, incomparable

 

a smile from a face in the crowd

a helping hand from a stranger

the blue sky opens possibility so great

then there’s a baby’s sigh, tiny innocence

child’s laughter over a new guitar

 

great things come in small packages

and are always free

so here’s one I’ll share

for you and me