I miss them the most

Written by: Terry Burns

Flowers blooming in the spring.
Birds singing in my ears do ring.
Butterflies floating in the breeze.
Squirrels playing amongst the trees.
Bees buzzing in the air. 
Deer frolicking everywhere. 
These are the days I hold so close,
And when they are gone I miss them the most. 

                                                       2/23/2013