Backyard

Sunlight brushes your cheeks
Branches brush your hair
The birds sing a choir
As if they know you’re there

The trees dance
The wind whistles
The squirrels chant
The cat bristles

You laugh
Your arms spread
You lay in the grass
‘Tis now your bed

A caterpillar climbs your finger
A mighty mountain to he
You watch him gently cross
Then you look to the bee

The bee buzzes
Busy as could be
Sucking all his nectar
Yummy, yummy, you think

You only wish to stay here
In this magical place called your backyard
But when Mom calls “Lunchtime!”
You can do nothing but move on

You look back at this nature
You smile and hope it will still be there when you return
Then you prance inside
And cry “Lunchtime!”