The crystal blue sky sprinkled with fluffy white cotton balls.

The gentle breezy gallup of the wind that loves to tango with the colorful sky dancers at the command of their pilots.

Whose earthbound while the dancers are captivated in the freedom of the endless skys.

The sweet-tempered sway of the grass with the graceful air bella of flower petals and leaves.

There under a tree with snake holes were three young girls, I was one them and there were also a few other children.

The flowers were in bloom and one of them suggested we have a honeysuckle picnic.

I like picnic but I was sceptical about eating honeysuckles at first.

But after a while they convinced me to join them.

It turn out honeysuckles are sweet and tangy like honey and are edible.

I do not remember the two girls and other children’s names but we had the most wonderful time ever.

That when the time came to leave we did not want to go but we did and I have not seen them since that beautiful honeysuckle spring day.