You have been the same,
Nothing has changed in you,
with flowers more
and beside trees few.
We have spent time,
from dawn to dusk,
with a cup of tea,
and a packet of rusk.
The golden hues of sun,
and the drizzle of rain,
the colourful garden,
and the rhythmic rumble of train.
You have made
my worst days the best,
with the vivid scenery of
feather falling from the nest.
The sweet smell of rain,
was the best perfume,
with trees green,
and flowers bloom.
May the rain have changed,
but Nothing has changed in you,
with flowers more,
and beside trees few.