Honey

Big brown eyes speckled with bits of gold gaze out the window, looking at the tree standing right in the middle of the grassy field buzzing with striped bees as they flit about their honeycomb nest.

A jar full of golden honey rests on the kitchen table sweet and gooey ready to be eaten with fresh cream and toasted bread.

Warm sunlight filters in through the transparent blinds wavering in the summer breeze.

Its a new dawn, a new day, a new start to a new May.

And I am as gay as a lark once again.