Sticky fingers wipe away the messy tears
and branches get in the way.
Darkness descends like a soft black veil,
as she walks through the lonely forest towards home,
where smells of baked cakes and sweet honey await her.
A pot of golden honey sits on the table,
Smell the sweet nectar,
Take a teaspoon and dip it in.
Feel the thick smooth texture,
Golden light inside the darkness.