Honeysuckle

Give me a guitar to strum
With a turquoise strap and twelve strings
One that's black and emerald green

I'd walk around with it barefoot 
But shoes are required
How am I supposed to feel inspired

The city lights are dim these days
The pavement is painfully gray
Unsung chords lead me away

I wander the forest and kneel in the moss
Sometimes I find honeysuckle
Sometimes a wasp