I've watched you grow from a little boy through the course of life,
Into a strong and gentle man now, who too, has children to enjoy.
Your goodness and your gentle nature, I did not instill in you.
This was ordained from God on High,
And I am ever Thankful for that gift;
For He made you a better man than could have I.
Heather planted close around the house.
Tiny purple flowers just as delicate as lace.
In criss-cross patterns busily at their chore
Honey bees a'working at a ceaseless pace.
Momentary hesitation at each stop they make.
Constantly a'buzzing as if in conversation
While they pass the time of day
Doing Nature's work as if it were their play.