Perhaps there is nothing

Perhaps there is nothing

Worth more

Than the time it takes

To remember,

I see more Butterflies

Than Daisies

Whatever happened

To the sound of snow

Beneath my feet

A newborn crocus

A springtime morn’

Bluebells in the shade

Of an old Oak tree

Walking hand in hand

Beneath a full moon

The Aurora Borealis

In the northern sky

The changing of the seasons

Wherever I may roam

Surely, I am not lost?

If I turn my head

I can still hear a Bluebird

Sing a new song

To remind me

I am not alone in paradise

I close my eyes

And you are by my side

I have a pocket full

Of rose petals

A daisy chain

Hung around my neck

Stained yellow

From Buttercups blooming

In their thousands

Perhaps there is nothing

Worth more

Than a suitcase full of memories

Lighter than air

To carry with me

And in the moment

It takes to remember

How to see

The yellow of a buttercup

Beneath my chin

And how to link

A lucky chain of daisies

I recall

It is the simple things

Like these

I still miss most of all.