I feel a revival in my bones
When the warm summer wind blows
The smell of the flowers waft past
As I breath in the scent of new life.
No longer do the shackles of winter hold
Me down, instead I am one with nature
In its most beautiful moments.

I feel a rival in my bones
When I see the tear drops of dew
Pour off the tops of the grass
So slowly in an effortless way.

While the purple, pink, orange
And yellow flowers intoxicate
My heart as they sway so slowly
In the warm summer wind.

I feel a revival in my bones
When I touch the honeysuckles
And pick their leaves just to know
That this is real.

This is what is real…materialistic
Items have no real impact on my
Heart. I need substance to feel true
Happiness

I felt that revival in my bones
That one summer day when all
Of my troubles seemed to melt away.