Grandma’s..

Swinging all day

I’m in my grandma’s garden

While I watch

The honey-making bees

A voice I hear says:

“Why do you want to stay?”

They must not know

The possibilities

Floating all day

Within my grandma’s garden

With eyes closed

Can’t mind what I don’t see

The voice I heard

It slowly fades away

I do not know

Why it runs from me

Spending all day

In my grandma’s garden

But it’s fine

I have nowhere else to be

That voice is gone

Good riddance, I suppose

Because what more

Could a child need?

Sitting alone

In my grandma’s garden

I’ll stay

Because my life’s a breeze

That voice I heard

Don’t care to understand it

It all works out so perfectly

I’m in my grandma’s garden

Why would I want to leave?