Honeysuckle Days

Honeysuckle days,
you'll never know how
beautiful they are to see.
Life was full of innocense
and floral visions, oh how
they fill my memory.

Butter yellow petals
that seem so insignificantly
small, they were so important
when we were only three feet
tall.

Sweet pinches of flavor
that tasted so savory so
young, sensory memories
of such a tiny tongue.

How I wish I could
go back to those simple
days, now being young
and restless is nothing
but a haze.

I guess it's
really true that nothing
gold stays, but I'll always
remember those
honeysuckle days.