Twinkling sounds dance from wind chimes

As the sky’s breath moves them to and fro.

The sounds remind me of olden times

When grandparents live and gardens grow.

Birds sing songs full of rhymes,

And scent fills the air of berries and tomato.

The world, simple yet spanning lifetimes,

The daffodils and tulips bloom just so.

The mountains await for our climbs,

And my mind and heart so long to go.