Just as a rose, has a long stem
So it can proudly parade
A bee can't fly by, and stops for its nectar
Of which honey is made
A farmer collects, all of the sweetness
Into a honey jar
On a long road, which winds through the hills
To sell it he drives quite far
Stops in a small town, and sells to a vendor
Who stacks them on display
The sun has just risen, and it is still early
What looks like a beautiful day
You put on your gloves, as the morning is fresh
Though we've warmed to a cup of tea
We hear the birds singing, as we both talk
And it's so cold our breath we can see
A path has a place, to which it will lead
As we both walk side by side
Is it the cold or anticipation?
That has us now walking in stride
We arrive at the markets it's starting to fill
The weekends so popular
Though you're at the front, of your favourite
Fresh honey sold in a glass jar
I snap a picture, as you turn around
So proud with what you have bought
A beautiful smile just says it all
You've found what you most sought
We make our way, to other vendors
And buy a fresh loaf of bread
Still warm in my hands, in a brown bag
To home is where we now head
Arriving back soon, and straight to the kitchen
As you warm up the grill
While I cut thick slices, to toast golden brown
Served with honey is such a thrill
While savouring our breakfast, with more cups of tea
We're content with smiles in our eyes
It's moments like these, that we've just shared
Which leaves us both mesmerized
