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.