Fresh buns straight from the oven,
Laid out on the counter we were not to touch
Steam still rose, warming our hearts
The warm butter melting in yellow puddles.
Fresh apples fell into a rusty old pail taken to the house
The smell of fresh cider and honey as I enter the warm kitchen
Bees buzzed about with glee
the warm sun beating down on the fields we ran through
Mums and roses brought color to a summer of no end
We ran through the gardens of vibrancy
Happiness sprang at us as we wandered along
grandma pulled us all into a loving hug
We departed with a smile on our face we'd see her again soon
Now the bread has grown stale
The apples rot still on the trees
The vibrant colors of millions of flowers have turned only to gray and sad
Cold dreary air has set on the golden farm
Grandma’s hugs no longer there greeting us with love
An emptiness has clawed its way into my hardened heart
Everything I knew was gone,
The hill and the trees that let through a summer breeze
The Barns full of noises of animals at play
The fields of gold at the end of our year
Gone, replaced by a casket of past memories
We were gone ourselves
society molding us now calm and obedient we stood
