Pockets Full of Posies

Come drift with me and be my friend,
wander to home, Breezie Hollow:
purest water and fields to tend.
All you need to do is follow.

Together we will reunite
with family not seen in a
fortnight; we’ll laugh and play tonight!
How sad that you must go soon, huh?

Take this flower of earth and dew,
blue as your eyes, sweet as nectar.
May it forever be with you,
our oh-so dear, sweet protector!

May it remind you of our trip
through those harsh winds, as well as this:
We shall always feel a kinship!
Now off we go to our earned bliss.