Childhood of My Memory, Bethany
Butterflies and flowers danced
to the happy humming of the breeze;
Even the bumblebee, busy as can be,
bounced around so beautifully
To the merry-making, swaying green
grass by the bubbling brook;
Here they seemed to savor the sweetness
of the serene and the simple;
All these are treasured now
in the childhood of my memory;
No longer do I see such butterflies,
flowers, brook and bee,
Yet the humming, dancing and bouncing
go on when you're with mom and me.
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2006
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