Honey
I love Mother Nature, She’s a jar of honey sweet, But you can’t know the flavor ‘Til you dig in and eat. I hug monstrous trees and collect tiny ants, I charm yellow bees and water green plants. I fish with a stick and chatter with squirrels, I use mathematics to measure the turtles. I pick huckleberries and paint with the juice, “Larry loves Carrie” On the old yellow spruce. I forage for mushrooms and eat them for supper, I trim lotus blooms and never tell Mother. I make natural drugs out of flavorful fruits, And I weave pretty rugs with their flexible roots. My friends say I’m funny Lovin’ water and woods, But they’ve never tried honey, They don't know that it's good.