Find me down the garden path, the one so full of life. Find me picking honeysuckle with my pocket knife. Find me sprinkling primrose seeds among the blooming rows. Find me singing songs of love as the colors begin to show Find me in the complex trees under the morning sun Find me laughing with kea birds as they watch me run Find me on the ivory bench listening to the doves Find me down the garden path, the one we both had loved