repost
On a lazy summer, breezy day
Grandads garden flowers would rock and sway
A more beautiful scene could not equate
From The view I had from his garden gate
My Grandad loved Planting flowers back then
He would talk for hours about different kinds of them
The beauty of light-absorbing butterfly wings
What does the dark color on their wings mean
The lantern of the dancing firefly
As he twinkles across the night sky
How the katydids hearing is remarkable to make up for what it cannot see
Or the landing strategy of the honey bees, As he spies the flower
and takes a closer look to see
Grandad loved listening to all of natures spoken words
He knew them to be true in his garden of gold
A beautiful field of flowers reminds me now of him
when the time comes for God to raise unrighteous men
I’ll be looking for you, Grandad, by a garden gate
With a fruit jar full of your favorite flowers,
it’s not much longer to wait
