My Grandmother's House
A walk down the open dirt road
An adventure that’s never been told
The sun is already at its peak
Gracing the surface of my cheeks,
Rays seeping deeply into my pores, receiving the vitamin D
My body desperately needs
As I think to myself, I haven’t seen my grandmother in weeks
Cars swiftly passing at an arm’s length away
Leaving its dusty trail to lead the walkers astray
These are the visions that visit in the day
When the green leaves of the trees kiss the blue of the sky
The marriage between the two
Ignites the images of my naked eye
I am who, I am and that’s fine
At last I arrive
Coming across a bunch of bees buzzing around a hive
That hung so high
To reach and get a taste of honey, I would be out of my mind
In the midst a voice sings a familiar song
That embraces my soul, to the point where I feel at home